Beautiful on the outside and dead on the inside
Broken objects strewn about a  beautiful house
Broken thoughts don't match the way the words come out

Singing peaceful lullabies to an empty set of eyes
I'm just trying to find the peace of mind to write
Without crinkling up the paper before I fill the lines

It doesn't happen anymore, though it did once upon a time
When king and castle both were mine
For someone who had a way with words, I can't seem to make a rhyme

What good is this crown on a queen defeated
What happened to the leader that everyone needed
Is she dead or just badly beaten
I can hear her screams and echoes repeated

Now I'm pleading please figure me out.

◄ Suspense

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