"I feel it every night 
As the darkness cloaks the starlight 
Everything warm dies before my eyes 
Every memory spread across the ground like dead butterflies 
It makes me mad it makes me burn 
A thousand conflicting emotions begin to churn 
Not a melody can then be heard anymore 
When I lay there broken and sore 
It pains me as I pen this down 
Forging myself yet another heavy crown 
A crown for a boy who once was a prince a king to be 
Broken forever thinking about his seemingly worthless destiny"