The King Of Anemic Royalty Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Wounded star
Tapering all around
Reckless motion
Anemic torture
Suffocating in the sorrow
Of a world too fast and confusing


Pain, so much pain
Physical to mental
Feeling like a piece of meat
As the butchers of time stabbed
The heart of infinite wisdom


Could you see his eyes?
All the agony kept looming
While trying to be on a quick fix mend
Becoming so sick and tired
Of being the scapegoat of virtue


Screaming, screaming aloud
Everything seemed so wrong
Greed, it was never the right way
Modesty was the only way
To a lost mind that could never slow down


The beauty of it all was the flaws
Yet, it became so hip to love them all
Turning sour in the subject
Feeling as if the soul was dissected all from within


Manic depression
The chemical destruction
Of a stabbing sensation
So far away from everything
Yearning in living his truest of form
Far off the glory of it all
Feeling so incomplete


The star had a razor filled stomach
No cure was ever in place
Gone too soon with sudden haste
The world was never the same again



A revolution died
In the depths of a voice of misfortune
But not to me
As this heart always hears him singing


Here is to the king of anemic royalty
Singing on strong, beyond!
Eternal in song!
Always helping me feel release!