Skeleton King

By Charity B.

In this town, I’m free from shame A place where everyone knows my name Glamorizing corpses to feed a need That’s why they call me Skeleton King They all worship me, but they don’t know the real me All they see is my painted face Truth is, I’m terrified, all the hope inside me died Death and cold will forever be my morbid fate Then she showed me something more Somehow stealing deaths allure

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