trapped in a castle I assumed it was mine
trapped in feelings I thought I left behind
I'm struggling with chains that cover up my waist
I hear its jingles while I'm trying to escape
I'm the queen
the queen of miserable
the queen of unfortunate beings
chains are the dress
that is stroking my waist
the jingle of the jewelry is irritating
the chats of the nobles is full of lies and hatred
I wish that somehow I escape
to get a away from this world that is made of fake
"My queen?" the king asked
"what is it my lord?"
"what are you thinking of?"
"I'm thinking about what a dazzling life I got"
but the truth is
it's not
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Beyond The World.
PoetryBeyond the noise of the world there's a stairway leading to the basement of a fantastic world.