The Rescurrection Of Painted Skin 1: The Destiny Poem by iris shih

Passion…
A heart that burns even without any fusion
A princess …
Whose love was once lost without his confession
Longing to bond as if the final destination
Yet…
Eyes are blinded as if without vision
Along the naked skins as if irritation

The princess…
Seeking for her beloved one with determination
Feeling so strong that even condemns to death without hesitation
As one's eyes are blind as if love is blind
For the one man whom she has loved even it bleeds

The princess…
Who hates her identity of being a princess
A warrior as she is
Once lost to fate and destiny
Because of the one she has truly loved
The one and the only one
That breeds the seeds beyond all she needs

The princess…
Being condemned to sentence because of being the princess
Dare to swoop the one of the one who truly is
For the one seed of love that truly grows within
Sometimes getting so lost that she no longer believes
Why me…
Maybe that's the core of oneself who always seeks
The truth …
That hides behind the eyes
For those who can only see…
Can never believe

The princess…
Truly hate to be called just a princess as if that's not meant to be
Denial … of the path she is given
Against just for the identity of heaven
For the consolation of one true self
The truth …
As if … if there is really the truth
Against all the odds that come along
Upholding her dignity as if her dignified identity
Which unfolds…
As time goes…
As if no demons can be told
For the double blade she's meant to be
To be or not to be
So many things left unsaid
As if the thousands of words any picture can say
No words…
Silence… justice …
To be or not to be …
No more words…
Just act