King Of Nothing Poem by Daniel Hooks

You were a young pretender
on a mad bender
trying to protect a crown not of your own.
Alone you stood
as mountains of gold turned to dust and rust
You tried to gain your bread, your crust
but the skin the flesh grows weak.
Holy bread can sustain you cried the Christians
manna from heaven cried the Jews
the Buddhists said you have the freedom to choose
but you hurt you bruise if you don't defend yourself you'll lose
Cried the pragmatist the soldier inside yourself.
As your personalities collided with themselves
and the books lining your shelves
gave answers to which you didn't adhere
God tried to answer but you didn't hear
With the voices in your head talking their bad advice.
They gave their scorn and left you forlorn.
Sitting outside the church of the unforgiven
Where they see you as a vampire and you feel like you
have stake driven through your heart.
your dreams collapse and fall apart
like they weren't real from the start.
Like everything to which you gave a dam
Fell away in the sands of time
But at least you lived!