Queen of Swords

At last, I am alone and alone I shall stay;

Locked from the inside in my Reflecting fluorescent sword tower.

Someone will open the land of my illusions someday...

Wishful thinking leads me into the dark with the pass of every unpromised hour.

Body on a cold floor, tiara intact and mascara creates roads on my face to show how far I've come.

Hope in my heart, another shot in the dark, fading scars show you where I've been.

My tears fall fast but they don't dry as quick as they should, the ground has become numb.

My castle, one big mirror, a place where thought don't get any clearer, I'm sorry I've shown that i don't think I can win.

A wrestle with depression and a break from love hold me down from my lack of action.

The Swords mimic my failures on their ultraviolet blades, illuminating my tears as i run away.

A painting that moves so fast, illusions that prove to be real as they dance, putting it on paper is something I can only imagine.

I run to my own front door to rip off its hinges and release the carbon in my lungs that fights to stay.

I can hear them call across the foundation I laid and it creates the most sinister echo.

With just a glance specular reflections let me know it's not over.

I look down over my kingdom and the spirits from my fallen coax me to let it go.

A queen of swords, the brave one who lives in her mind, turns around and goes in for closure.