This is a call of distress
A distress call but also a warning because they have locked me up in a castle.
Only i dont have a window to cry out from.
To look lonely and sad from
To see my prince charming from.
(If after this he wants to come at all....)
They've locked me up in a dungeon.
Chained me to the walls
Blocked with concrete every crack and hole.
And in utter darkness I sit. Rage I spit.
I cried away all the hope and pity long ago
Now what is left is pure anger and the hugest ego.
Understand! I had to toughen up my skin
Because the darkness took away my light within
My fingers, tired of the constant wounds are ****** and raw.
Clawing away at these chains they've become claws.
My eyes in protest to the dark have become an angry red.
My heart!It has turned to the coldest lead
All those who visited to give me food and "nourishment" have blown away like ashes
Now I am surrounded with mountains and mountains of soot.
And don't you dare pity me. I treasure this. Its my personal loot.
Who needs men who look at you with fear in their eyes?!
Cowards all of them! Good riddance and goodbye!!
I am calling out to someone who will step into the darkness and claim it.
Look into this fire and tame it.
This is a call of distress but also a warning.
I am not joking.
Come only if you are confident you will leave alive...
Oh and in case you can't find me. Il be the one breathing fire.