When Princesses Don't Have Castles

is it me, that refuses to realize what’s going on in this world of mine,

is she really running from me and not to me, as i had originally thought?

where am i now?

where is this?

who was she, even?

why can’t i remember anything anymore?

i’m quite certain she was infatuated with me, enthralled by my every move

hanging on my every word, completely obsessed. 

i was the world,

and i hung the moon high in the sky.

at least from her vantage point.

and now, i’m the one running to find where she’d run off to,

i have to save her, 

or she has to save me

…

where is this again?

who’s voice is this

that sounds so familiar,

was i running to them

or from them?

…

princess of all princesses

i was her prince

and i was a king

holding this world

as it stared back at me,

it’s reflection staring back like my eyes on it’s surface

…

i heard a seam pop

i felt the shirt tear

as she yanked away

and screamed in fear

she clawed my eye

and she ran away.

right after i had saved her

right after i killed that horrible man

…

who was it, i was chasing?

where was it i was running?

why am i here?

…

staring in horror, as only mirrors do

watching the sanity slip

as the fog rolls in

this place is darker than the thoughts in his mind

…

not turning back, she disappears in the crowd

the tiara glimmering in the sun

as it fades along with her

into the darkest light i had ever seen

…

where is this place, that i’ve gotten myself to

why do i chase perfect strangers into the sunset

i stand with nothing but confusion like thick smoke blinding my eyes

and choking my mind

…

the princess is in another castle

the world is in another mind

a place i can no longer reach

left alone

as the fog covers the land.

…

the smoke never clears, 

the shining light never ceases

i move where i think the light is coming from

when a powerful, invisible force, throws me to my back

and the world goes dark

with all the fissures in my skull

my sight leaks from my brain

onto the floor below

…

struck

as i stood there

trying to gain control

wandering in a busy street,

the damsel was never in distress

the princess, never captured

i spend my last moments

filling my fading mind with how the light 

looked as it shone so brightly.

Inspired by Braid