Brisk

Thin air hits my lungs like the brisk cold shoulder you’ve turned to my heart
I sleep standing, guarded to the next prince who tries to slay my demons
You all believed you were perfect, until it came to that point where forced to choose
My head in my hands and your feet consume my depth
In through my mouth you take what you can until you stand upon my grave
That’s how you got your crown in this fucked up town you call home
A back turned isn’t quite enough, taking till I’m gone