A princess with no thoughts you will see,
By the towering castle she's all alone and empty.
All along she was placed in make-believe
Promises of forever were nothing but memories.
She stands by the breeze wanting to scream
But her voice escapes her, her throat tight in a firm grip.
Heartbeat by heartbeat she's made to rest,
Her bloodlust became so decayed.
A word of angst captures her stare.
Trembling hands defies holding the mocking steel,
Alluring to cut the life-line. Leaving her nothing to feel
The venom rushes in her entire veins.
I try to recuperate thy princess,
By holding the cold steel with my bleeding hands.
Both embraced in shadowy darkness,
I summon death to not take its charge.
But as I lift my head up,
I saw a poor soul dying
Death had crept in her whole entity
A hapless creature I know grasp
I stood up with all my strength,
I looked in the glass to see what was left.
Cries of torment didn't let me be
For the princess who just died, was no one but me. . .
