Death, From the Head Down

this is the first serious poem i ever wrote

Far between the kings and the queens
Are the poor young men who will never be seen.
They open their minds by closing the doors
And they feel it inside, they want something more
They’re the loudest of all
But they don’t make a sound
Death, Death
From the head down

Come, your kingdom is waiting for you.
It’s inside your head, so it’ll just take a few.
I can look in their eyes and see nothing but fear
And if they all die I may shed a tear
And I’ll wear on my face this sad little frown
Death, Death
From the head down

Your not so big when there’s one way out
And you can’t hear me even when I shout.
Come treat your mind to a thought or two
And the person you are could become You
You think you're so special
But we can all play the clown
It’s Death, Death
From the head down

This is the place where dreams are buried.
This is the place where you all are carried.
Is this the thing you all think is power?
That you protect and cradle like a sapphire flower.
For your sake- I pray the world is more than this town
Or it’s Death, Death
From the head down