everyone becomes so redundant and inane
gestures without real tone
words without phrasing
but i do not want to be buried with a throne--

i am not the king, afterall,
however much i'd like to be
i am not the king of fortitude and grace--
i am not the king.

everyone's alright, in the end, and i shouldn't need
a funeral to become more appreciative
of our figurine lives but

if
only
i could
pry
open this heart