Perspiring greatly, growing with fever
Breathing so gently, yet chills will not leave her
Humming so softly, yet heart's beating fast
Crying and praying for time to go past
Desperate and hopeless, so lost in despair
Praying and wishing her prince would be there
Utterly misleading was each given lie
Where did she wake up, who was he and why?
Chained to a long bed, atop a dirty sheet
Another lost victim of crime and deceit
Tossing and turning, though she sees no escape
Where was prince charming, why is he so late
A blinding fluorescent fills up the shack
Now everything's visible, all that was black
Shaking and screaming as he comes to view
Relieved, she is crying: "I thought it was you!"
Grinning and moving, he hushes her lips
Prince charming comes up to give her a kiss
But now she's still shaking, wishing to go
His finger touch her breasts, tender, so slow
Squirming uneasily, a few nervous laughs
Pain fills up her throat and crawls down her back
Knowing the truth now, her lips wouldn't speak
He gripped her arms tightly, suddenly she's weak
His knife was gleaming, he gaped at her pose
Cutting through roughly; her body exposed
Feeling so naked, as her clothes hit the ground
The princess can't move. She can't make a sound
Choking on vomit, she cries in regret
The sheets are so sticky, beneath they are wet
On top of her body, her pride and her life
Prince charming looks happy, so filled with delight
She looks in his eyes with one dying plea
"Of all of the people, why was it me?"
Ignoring her wailing, he rips up her soul
The prince was so powerful. He was in control
Suffering last moments, struggling to live
She gave up her hoping, with nothing to give
She stared into his eyes, praying to understand
As the knife plunged her heart; the one in his hand
Vast amounts of pain began to spasm through
Whispering the same words, she died hearing the truth:
"I told you before sweetie, but you weren't convinced...
Because you were my princess...And I, your prince"
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