| Trapped Your words to me are not absorbed� they are not a part of me. Kneel, beg, implore� it doesn�t matter� my fortress guarantees me safety. I have no worries about beasts, no worries about jerks� no worries about falling� out of my tower. I am kept secure, hardly afraid to sleep, except for these dreams that threaten to beat me down. They give me foolish and crazy thoughts� thoughts of feeling, thoughts of absorbing� thoughts of loving. Get them out and burn them! You breaking dreams, away with you! I am much better in my sheltered room in my sheltered tower in my sheltered tomb in my sheltered exile, in my self-made chains of a princess in the tower. |
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