composed by: THE NEED, BIBI
arranged by: THE NEED
written by: BIBI, THE NEED, Purple
performed by: BIBI
themes: violence, rebellion, action, thriller, political
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Smile. Bow. Step. I'm in the belly of the dragon, or rather, the 'ballroom'. It might be pretty, it might be beautiful, it might be grand, but what was suffocated by it, desperate to show?
Today was the day they chose an 'eligible bachelor' for me. Today was the day my life ended. I took a glance at both my sides, men and women attempting to hide their stares, and their whispers. Words of sin, masks of hypocrisy.
Gracefully walk down the hall.
The member's of the High Society, lower than most in conscience. A sense of fake dignity to distinguish themselves from the dirty commoners. Their unreasonable power clothed in crisp suits, vests, and gowns.
I was aware that I had been acting out of hand. A princess' attempted escape wasn't a good look for the royalty. What she was running from was her impending doom. Marriage.
Were the rules of the kingdom created for the benefit of the people? Or was it simply to grip onto the helpless like a vice, and silence any judgement they had? What were the limits the Upper Class were willing to go to, to maintain their superficial power, and their undeserved wealth?
Everyone is a refined, primitive animal. Is it a farm? What we call a society?
These were the muted questions lurking behind every corner. The King, my father, stood up. clicking his silver spoon against the champagne flute, he signaled a toast. I wore a wider smile, with no emotion in my eyes.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! In this room are nine eligible bachelors for the princess. It is our honor to be inviting you to this party tonight. Let the celebration begin! To my dear daughter!"
Popped champagne, an enjoyable appetizer of wine and bread. What others saw as a caring smile, I saw as a wicked grin. The King and Queen had been toying with me my entire life. I was a plaything to them. Simply a pawn in their game of Chess. I was being taken at face value.
A man approached me. He took my gloved hand. Smile. "Good evening, Your Highness. I'm Prince Lee. Could I have this dance?"
"Sure." As I said those words, he roughly grabbed my waist and took me to the center floor. The dance of full, fat pigs. Resentment cloaked my every thought. Eventually, I was passed onto another bachelor. Like a worthless package.
In the center of a grand feast, Underneath a great guillotine. But who's head was rolling? Who was next?
"You look beautiful today, Princess." The man I was dancing with was uncomfortably close to me.
My mother interrupted the dance. She exited the the room and took me to a private chamber. In the room, I noticed a dagger to the bedside table. I glanced in her direction. She looked at me with disgust.
"What?"
"A princess is a position of great status, You hold immense power, you must abide by the rules and not act out."
Am I a tiger or a gazelle?
I scoffed. "How juxta positioned those words are."
"You will carry the honor of this family to your death bed."
Singing the song of lies, dancing the devil's dance, until you die.
"You cannot ruin the plan. You are to keep your head down, agree to one of the bachelors, and be our corruption from the inside."
You're using me. I'm worthless.
My anger was uncontrollable. Blurred by rage, I snatched the weapon laying on the table near me.
"You're not much more threatening with a knife in your hand." The Queen dryly chuckled.
Not for much longer.
In the heat of the moment, I stabbed her, deep. It was all so sudden. I felt dizzy. Whether it was of joy or panic, I wasn't sure.
Decades of tyranny, fraudulence, deception, and trickery ended in a second.
I stumbled back, quickly taking in the blood on my dress and my mother's body on the floor. Ringing in my ears. Time, frozen. A certain numbness spread through my body.
A lump forming in my throat. My hands felt clammy in the gloves I was wearing. I had to run. One look back, and I desperately hastened out the doorway.
The guards. "Your Highness, is everything okay?" I turned to face them, hiding the dagger behind my back. I fumbled. "Everything is fine, I suggest you don't enter that room, unless you wish upon your death."
"Very well, shall we escort you to the ballroom?" I couldn't say no. I let them take the lead.
....
I was riding on a high. As we entered the room, everyone was seated at the long dining table.
This might be wrong, this might be right, this might be justice.
I stepped onto the table. Gasps. Slowly dragging my feet across the piece of furniture. As I reached the end, where my father was seated, I pointed the sharp object at his throat, lightly dragging it over his skin.
"Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Yes."
They had killed me a long time ago. I simply thrust the blade.
