King of the Lepers

I have never seen your kingdom
Yet I crave your crown
There's a ghost inside the abbey
Haunting the saints in me
I am dethroned from my palace
As you turn your gaze from me
And since we're being honest
I really don't feel worthy

Its just like any other day I guess
But today I have crowned myself as the
King of the Lepers

I am told there is no Kingdom
Outside of myself
Yet I just keep reappearing
In my mind of you

Thunder moves in through the cloister
As my torch goes out
And in the darkness there's a whisper:
"do not search without”
Never really did find our bottom
My mouth drips with poison
Wet insect dreams
'could you love me"