King (II)

In truth nothing has changed I am where I always was and I know it. There is nothing new here but things can get so ugly when colour is added. My King has spoken adding details that make my bones so cold they shiver. Words that make me so weak I can feel myself tipping over. I try to stay upright, but deep down inside this fall is welcomed. I want to crash into the ground so hard a shallow grave is made. Then let the dust settle and cover me in place. Only without hope will I begin again.