The Crown of Babylon

Ok, let’s pretend it’s 1999, i’m at school and the future looks so good. I could only dream where the next 10 years would take me. Girls, drugs, drinks, clubs, work, study, friends and a loop of failures, triumphs and memories. From King Theseus to Information systems officer, from spikey hair to shaved head, from shy and retreated to not giving a shit. I came from living a dream to just living, surviving day by day.

This Jeam Beam Long Black goes down so nicely, kinda wish i was out and about. I miss the touch of a girl, running her hands over me as i hold her in my arms. She would be my princess and i her prince. I would wear the crown of babylon and take her back to where it all began, long before expectations held so high where so quickly torn.

So let’s pretend that i am where i am, i do what i do and still think this is as good as it gets.

I won’t cry because i have no tears to shed, i won’t be heartbroken because i have no heart, i won’t feel your pain because i’m cold, i won’t feel pity because i like to hurt and be hurt, i won’t feel bad because my soul is blacked out by the shadow of my life, i won’t be pushed aside because nothing can move me the way it used to, i won’t quit, i won’t hide, i won’t share, care or be afraid of anything.

I will be stronger than anything you throw at me, i will devistate you with words and actions, i will be greater at anything i need to be, i will throw it all away to get what i want, when i fall i don’t stay down, i get back up and try again, i will tell you what i want, i will hold on to what i want for as long as i can, i will wear the crown of babylon with pride and become the stronghold of all that is bad in the world.

We are all born wearing the crown, whether we keep it depends on us, some of us give it away, some make it stay and some need help to get it back once lost.

Where’s your crown?