The King of Me

Here I sit,
Upon my throne,
Made of human,
Flesh and bone.
All my heart,
Is filled with dread,
By the words,
Of the dead.
Tears of sorrow,
Do I cry,
As I watch,
My loved one die.
I have no hope,
No care for laughter.
None come back,
From the great Here After.
Oh to seek,
One's eternal rest,
And rip this life,
From my chest.
That I may,
Quench my need,
And rid myself,
Of this dark seed.