The Fallen Princess
The Fallen Princess
I try to forget those haunting nights
When wicked hands covered my lips tight
Packed up in the room of darkness
Scared though it wasn’t my weakness
White, trembling my body crumble
But the evil eyes didn’t humble
I screamed on the top of my voice
Once, twice and thrice
My soul had exasperated
Yet the butchers exacerbated
Hustling my best to hide
But with every try I cried
Now, she is the fallen princess
In the world so helpless
None is there to listen to her frown
So she wears the broken crown
But, I wonder
Why don’t I feel cold in thunder
Will those black patches evade
Or I’ll carry a scar and beauty fade
Just a helping hand
Could have healed my wound
I know how difficult this sounds
But isn’t humanity profound
So why do they all blame me
Knowing I’ve the privilege to live free
Why so much of questions on me
In the world made for both you and me…?
So, I wear my virtue again
Ready, now my turn to play the game
I promise for my every tear
I’ll make you bleed and fear
But I’ll never rejuvenate
Neither I’ll celebrate
For I’m yet
Trying to forget those haunting nights
Wicked hands covered my lips tight
Injuries heal, marks remain
For what do I condemn you
For those injuries or
For not taking the marks away