The crown princess every woman envies lies on a crucifix that her heart falls pray to,Her lust for hope dies each day she wakes up with tears of wanting and a blood-drained mind,
Air brushes her hair pretty each time she looses face and strength to take another step,She bawls down to her lingering emotions as she daydreams sleep walking with her lover by her side,
Bruised by the silhouette thorns
that patiently maul her thoughts she pleads for mercy to take everything away,The sanity in her world fades and keeps her thoughts blunt and blurry,
She hags the forest trees to overcome her untold misery she embraces at nightfall, Her face cracks open like a trees's bark in the rift of darkness where cayotes breed death,
Her eyes weep with flames that burn her pillow to ashes...Who is she?Deep inside her silent sleep she swims in the lava of her lover's dreadful tragedy,
Her crown vanishes as she looses faith in a near painless fortress she belongs to, She drops dead from her mental crucifix of desperation and heartache.
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