Painful Thought

The lady crowned of Justice and World Peace to her people; 
She lies with a smile, covering up that evil grin, her twisted plans.
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She's working on a new element, it's not fire, water, earth nor air.
It's more like this feeling, a feeling that dissolves in your body; 
spreading like a crummy cake being lifted to the mouth of a little girl.
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She thrusts her fake happiness and potential forward, collaborating it with darkness. She's selling her body to prisoners, just for comfort to gain attention she cannot receive, from her own family.
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She's flashing her sun and moon, tempting the innocence with her stars,
"Don't get to close to the sky, you'll run out of oxygen and die. Then you'll fall and there's no getting back up, next you'll be buried six feet under." 
She's scared deep down inside....or-- is she? 
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Maybe I've been trapped and tangled in a lie, this maze beating against my mind, like it's trying to escape..it's own fate, "Let me be free!" I don't...
--No,...I never intended to agonize on this painful thought, so...
Why does my brain still continue to break the locks on the chains, holding 
all these painful thoughts down? 
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Why do my eyes hunger for truth...?-- 
all these...very, very....Painful Thoughts, 
Only if it were a mere dream,
Painless, and refreshing.
No regrets, but i'm regretting,
because, i'm living in reality, i'm not sleeping.