Fit For A King

I know the ghost who sings to me
Of all the wrong I’ve done
He reminds me of my miseries
Numerically, one by one

He serenades me to my knees
My disgraceful tale retold
Phantom choirs join for harmonies
All pains increased ten-fold

The maestro and his orchestra
Compose a rhapsody
A hellish ballad rife with tears
Summoned by grim memory

Armed with ghastly instruments
And melodies for lies
The strings of sorrow resonate
False emotion in true guise

The music builds to fevered pitch
My instabilities are winning
And when it seems to reach the end
It starts over at the beginning

The concert hall is filled with grief
So there’s no room left for me
I look and find an empty seat
The Throne of Insanity