Foreign Crown

Sitting in corners

I count minutes over ice

Waiting for ground

A land without my king

I search for his fallen crown

I see no trail

Belief in ground

Dare to trespass

This land is my haunting

Covered in painted glass

You tear our eyes out

But we still sing your name

Little girl with red hair

Read me a simple story

Then I will give your eyes back

Tombstone flowers turn to ash

Throw them into my ocean

This fish will turn black

Wishing to be lost in mountains

I can’t outrun telephone wires

So I sit

Drowning at dawn

I watch for seagulls

Pretending I have companions

I saw it before the first day

Ice turning to light

Descending my eyes were cut

This time I want to go

I found no king

Just cracked fingers