Regicide and the mind train

 The king´s guard was slaughtered
Sullen in his chamber
the son was not in fear
As blood sprouted from the neck
The king didn´t flinch

The new usurper
soup of treachery
Grin of disaster
Face trap sticks and encloses
The face turns into the earth

A desert canyon earth
With 18th century trains
pump and penetrate the brain
The son has been closed into this world
A keen choice of the outer ghost

Looking into this reality
Like a realtime videogame