Broken wings , she cannot fly
Closed lungs she can't not breathe
Her crown slipped off
Her magic lost , drained completely dry
The demon in her heart broke from its cage
Tore apart her heart and soul
She tried screaming, but her voice was gone
all that's left inside her mind is an empty space
With ice cold flames burning holes through her veins ,casting wicked imagery in the back of her head
Ruins carved in to her porcelain skin.
Product of the demons evil forcefully inflicted trance
Back pressed against the stone wall
Still somewhat in a trippy daze
Trying to find some hidden strength
To clean the blood of her dress
Trying to reach her mask of feigned okayness
But her energy has vanished , as she lays passed out on the floor.

In the golden castle on the plains of a forgotten valley
The princess dances in her ballroom full glass once again
Her feet became accustomed to shards on the floors
They don't bleed no more , the princess can dance freely on them .
"Painless "she thinks I am forever painless now.
I can finally dance with a smile on face and lose myself in the rhythm of the music"
The words however haven't even left the darkest part of her mind yet
When the royal court came barging, slamming doors while screaming in high pitched voices cause the loose shards to topple from the glass wall that encases her. Leaving cuts on her exposed skin as she sinks to her knees from pain crying her tears mixing with blood on the floor.
The court, stares in disappointment at mess they caused but blame her.
The more they scream the more glass topples down from the disruption to rythm that kept cemented in their wall.
Bored by the spectacle in front them they walk away without even a apology nevermind an helping hand ,leaving the princess in a heap on the floor to mend her own cuts and bruises, the ones they caused.