The chains have become a part of me, as I lost count of all the years. Endless minutes passed me by, hands to clumsy to catch my tears.
I can't help but know deep inside, that my soul just wastes away. Confined in this solitude, where I was forever put to stay.
Every story has a witch, whose ugly cackle can make you shake. Evil that can't easily be defeated, by true love or a wooden stake.
Shadows watch me while I sleep, and whisper that I must stay. Hope seems to dim now, with each passing day.
A prince was supposed to rescue me, but age has now set in. Youth has faded beyond the years, the signs of time carved into skin.
Fairy tales did me in, I realized as I step closer towards the drop. Beautifully poised I finally took that leap, knowing it's the only way to make it stop.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
The chains have become a part of me, as I lost count of all the years. Endless minutes passed me by, hands to clumsy to catch my tears.
I can't help but know deep inside, that my soul just wastes away. Confined in this solitude, where I was forever put to stay.
Every story has a witch, whose ugly cackle can make you shake. Evil that can't easily be defeated, by true love or a wooden stake.
Shadows watch me while I sleep, and whisper that I must stay. Hope seems to dim now, with each passing day.
A prince was supposed to rescue me, but age has now set in. Youth has faded beyond the years, the signs of time carved into skin.
Fairy tales did me in, I realized as I step closer towards the drop. Beautifully poised I finally took that leap, knowing it's the only way to make it stop.
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