I am in a deep dark hole--
An asylum of my mind.
It's better to be locked in a room
Where no damage can be done,
Where everyone treats me as who they perceive me to be--
A psycho lunatic.
I know this isn't my rightful place,
I know I sound so childish and
Narcissistic
To say these things,
But if there is no escape from your pain,
What a better place to reside?
I scream and scream for hours
In this nightmarish dream,
Without the knowledge of the darkest secrets
Hiding in the mist of all this black.
All the while the prince tries to rescue me.
I guess it's unclear if I
Let myself be trapped or if
You have trapped me in my own
Sick state of existence.
I long for the prince's arms to be around me.