In a tower sits a princess waiting and waiting to be called

And although she’s scraped like sinew on bone she gets no rest at all

I wonder if she’s happier now on the long and lonely nights

Or if she’s just lost the ringing bell that lets her feel the frights

In the middle of her tightened chest there sits an iron pump

On and on it goes and goes every beat a crushing thump

I wonder if there’s something’s missing in this terrifying picture

A drop of red a word unread a thought a threat a whisper

And if the pump once stopped to sleep would those cold eyes close forever

Or would she live once more free at last unhooked from earthly tether