i do not suffer from your harsh words anymore
its a blunt sword used for practice only
in my reborn naivite i convinced myself that my heart has finally been tamed
i am a puppet now finally to a worthy master
with only a few silkthin strings and even fewer words stretched lone over time
my body sink deep into a healing sleep
finally youre here, tamer of the wildest of beast
my demons dread you
your royal precance silence this great chamber that has been plagued with crackshattering echoes for decades
i sit now in a labyrinth of dreams you made me dream
waiting watching roses grow
waiting for the palace to collaps on me
its ok, every single thing is ok