The Empire by Arjay Murray

I have built a great empire,
Of worry, spite and rage,
Where I fight the voracious desire,
Of demons kept in a cage.

I keep them locked up in a cellar
Where they grow and show ferocity.
Developing malicious stellar,
They rape and eat my ecstasy.

One-by-one, they break the locks,
To burn and ravage and maim.
They’ll get away, hide under rocks,
And wait to pillage again.

I wear a crown upon my throne,
Of maggots and worms and smut.
A hollow shell, just skin and bone,
But here, I am king of the rut.


© Copyright Arjay Murray 2011. All Rights Reserved


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