In the essence of myself,
There is this scream from within
A broken princess who never did
Truly exist.

She never really sleeps she just
Exists quietly in the depth of the mist,
She is un-missed,
Alone, but she’s not afraid of the dark.

What traps her is herself
And maybe that’s why this is my essence,
Because even when I see myself I lose something else.

No one understands but that’s okay,
It gives me something that can’t be taken away.
I dream of this magical castle,
I can feel it in the essence of me:
The need to travel there.

The remains of my soul can slave there,
Whilst the princess waits for salvation,
Although, she doesn’t expect to be saved
And if a prince turns up, she’d probably end up
Pushing him back out of the window
Because if he didn’t get there soon enough,
What point is there of him now?