Dead Love

His fist was her feast Each night the sun sets, His hands were the shackles She couldn't find the keys to When they cuddle her in pain She couldn't drink from the tears Of her tear to digest her fears, So mirth navigated to her death When she confessed the word i do. Now, she's soaked in her vows As she bows to her knees Wishing everything will come to an end, but not this world, Though her words are fallen But she seemed to live in the autumn The wail of shame wouldn't let her seek the world for hope, cuz She was a princess to her highness A sleeping beauty in her dreams A priceless jewel with no value.