The Ice Queen

there was a moment when she thought she'd have it all but that moment is gone replaced now by a hollow shell that won't let her breathe
She's suffocating and she cannot escape, she's dying but she can't be late for her meetings, whether or not they are important is up in the air,
But in the end she will face it all like a fading facade and she will tumble downwardly against many branches, she will be bruised and darkened,
And when she is so far gone, that her old self is seeping out of the edges of her shell, she will realize only then that she should have been somebody different.
You see her ambitions were heavy her deceptions were vivid and she longed for a life filled with coconut shampoo,
The world is fading, twisting and turning in on her and she won't release her grasp on her idealistic notions that she's a queen bee, when all she is is a queen bitch,
Don't you hear the sounds blasting through the ground, the demons and hell clawing for her while she talks about God, and love and peace and understanding,
She spouts off these lies while she shoves a knife in their backs, not a sharp knife, something dull and rusted, something that'll take hours to cut with, and will leave infections galore,
All the while the sun will rise, and she will hiss at it like a vampiric cat obsessed with her own diseases, because in that shell is isn't as immune as she thought,
We already told you the ending, she'll reach the eldest of ages and she will decrease in stature and fade into a gray nothing,
People will remark around her, but not about her, they will see her peripheral influence but nothing direct, where her hand had a role, they will claim aww's and wonders,
I don't know why she wouldn't just take things in stride, and just grow up with the rest of us, and stop trying to act all high and mighty,
Doesn't she realize that some place in this world there are people who are not meant for that life, no matter how much you want it,
She will slowly slumber, slumber down and down into her faded self, that mutilated dream, and no one will be there that truly wants to catch her,
Only a remnant of a shadow of a man who is seeing outside his windows.