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Blythe Barrymore Apr 2014
Silient, but deadly,
Here in this big empty bed, I lie,
I dwell in sorrow,
And I cant help but cry.
When the day is at its end,
And I'm trying to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I've become good at pretend.
And only then,
My thoughts finally become clear,
And I have courage.
Judgement;
I, for now, no longer fear.
In my dreams I'm made of stone,
I can finally reign on my emotions,
Perched atop a ****** throne.
But my king is nothing more than an arrogant fool,
He knows not how to treat a queen,
He's so selfish and cruel.
And even there in my prison,
I feel so free,
With chains on my wrists,
Blood dripping onto this marble tile,
I feel so at peace,
I could always stay there awhile,
But I must go,
Back to reality,
A place most hostile.

— The End —