King Anti-midas

It seems to fall on darkened days

Like trials of the sinner

A thousand and one hundred ways

Just a question of when

All that I put to rest

My deepest desires

Like dreams now put to rest

All brought to an end

Time and again it burns in my head

Frustration, the demons of ego

Losing my grip, the ultimate slip

Dragging me deep down below

Look at me, King Anti-Midas

High upon my throne

Always reaching, not succeeding

Failing to capture the gold

Setting out to rule them all

Falling short of glory

A king with no distinct resolve

Only seemingly strong

Once had such golden dreams

Fueling my desire

Like the Silver of the stars

Soon faded by doom