Poems Written By Kings

Do what you want,
My life is in your hands.
Do me dead now,
So you can be satisfied.
My blood your blood
My blood your blood
My feet bleeds now,
Splintered glass fills the room.
Look what you have done,
Are you now satisfied.
My blood your blood
My blood your blood
Once we were proud.
Once we were kings.
Now we run for cover,
And look for shelter.