They say someday my prince will come
And rescue me from these thorns...

So many words
on the tip of my tongue...

Listen close,
Do you hear the bells...

Angered clouds
Black as oiled steel...

Eyes like rubies: red and cold.
Teeth like daggers: to kill and to hold...

You wonder why
I disappeared...

One simple step out of line,
Burned...

Through the darkest nights,
When demons rest in my soul...

Majestic mountains hide behind spring clouds.
Each cloud sloping to the valley floor...

Stars spin dizzily
Dancing around...

Black ink blood
flows from my hand...

Were you always fake?
Did you mean to "go too far?&quot...