cinderella

you think a watchful eye
in a little room
will evade my doom.
Catching death is a breeze
a sinful wind
of air
that I breathe again
and again.
A youthful mind
with thoughts too sharp
to sink,
too proud to bring upon this riot
I lead in my sleep.
I need
if you still have to believe
in the angel to conceive
To even think a watchful eye
in this goddamned little room
shall evade my doom...