Your Princess Is in Another Castle

Love comes at a price $50 dollars for the first hour To be exact… Then the sting of tough love you can't afford However--- I am not as cheap as I feel tonight I am nostalgic for the past The many times I’ve bled When hunger pains have fed me I go on. I move forward. Leaving no trace of myself. No footprints left to find. Suicide is a kindness I can’t afford The coward that I am requires misery I crave warmth. The body of nobody. And the body of anybody. I am the ruins of a broken dream Taken down brick by brick. Burned in front of me, to serve as a reminder, that this is real. I am fragile to the touch. Porcelain made but flesh to be punished. Desperate for nights filled with paper promises. I am the forgotten child I am the abandoned mother I am the lost wife I am Legion’s daughter Smile at my emptiness Be my best customer Take my hand and guide me into oblivion And never notice how my tears hide so well within my camouflage.