She King

The water boils as the the world drowns in crimson when she lets herself bleed.

 There is no more serenity as long as shes chained to the barbwire gates, waiting for the beasts to consume the thoughts beneath the skin.

 The once she king is screaming again, she wants them to let her go. The men who said they were her friends. Locked in a tank of holy water won’t heal her wounds, it only burns the sinner she is.

 Her kingdom went crumbling down the day she let vanity take her crown. The white horses turned dirty and black, they feed off the sweet dreams of you and me.

 The knights are piles of rusted armor that failed to protect the she king in her cloak of narcissistic intentions, causing others to turn away.

 The people broke every mirror in the kingdom so that she may not see her reflection, and polluted the rivers that seeped into her veins. The land is quiet, the girl is torn as the she king comes tumbling down.