I wait in this tower darkness, and cold.
Waiting for insanity to take its hold.
Empty gratitude and meaningless praise.
In pity I have spent my days.
I find a deep hole within my chest.
Where my tender heart used to rest.
Looking at the world in all of it's toxicity.
Living a life of slow pain and languitity.
Cold steel surrounds me and consumes my soul.
Living in constant sorrow begins taking it's toll.
I lay here thinking of god's lone son.
Then think of my life of terror and awon.
Life is full of suffering and bane.
I am known to my enemies as the princess of pain.
Covering my chest and holding on tight.
I wait for my spirit to take it's final flight.
