A little death around the eyes

Swallowing your pride,
Pitying your jelousy
You wake up in a land of paranoia
Nothing's as is seems
Pain turns good, pleasure bad,
You wonder what is wrong,
The answer so simple

If only pain was good and pleasure bad,
The world would be beautiful,
but thats not how it is,
paranoia and pride
have nowhere to hide.
I lay in a sea of self pity,
An ocean of hate,
one day pleasure will be good.
one day i will love

Writing and dreaming my life away,
Im just waiting for the day,
To leave this dark and dreary town,
Soon I will wear the golden crown

They will bow before me and sing,
I will be their one and only king,
They will regret what they once did
So many tears and apoligies they will bid

Those cruel cowardly fools will know whos boss,
Kings should never be crossed
They will cry and curse while i joyfully sing
for i will be their most cruel king