Prose and poetry

Princess

But reality still there,

Makes me want to leave,

I can't make an heir,

To a throne of leaves,

I just want to live correctly,

Want to leave this society,

Where all I have is pain,

And money I never obtain.

I hate this world but love her,

I love making my mind flow,

I love to give the control to her,

And blood or torture flows,

Like a repetitive process,

Like a good television,

I love this painful princess,

And her terrible visions,

One day I will find myself a knife,

And kill my step father,

For the attempt of killing mother,

He will pay with his life.