behind this elaborate facade
i am unravelling
ripping at the seams
crumbling down
like a house of cards
still none wakes up

every choice is a unmendable mistake
every day is governed by fate
every soul is glass delicate
every smile is fake

inside our minds ourselves we fight
inside our dreams we take flight
inside our lives stories we write
inside our heart is fright

I sense you feral presence
Hidden in my very essence
The foreboding calm before
The storm in my every pore

In the midst of word she was trying to say,
In the midst of her laughter and glee,
She had softly and suddenly vanished away ---
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

A torn, blue dress,
Body of straw.
Stitches apart,
As they pick and claw.

Once beautiful,
Now all but gore.
Her prince led astray,
Broken Elder lore.

No faerie godmother,
But a trickster.
Smile broken and chapped,
No chance of a lover.

She missed the deadline,
As it struck ten.
Thought she had 'til twelve,
But her house morphed into a den.

Her eyes turned to buttons on their own,
Face contorted into a scowl.
She cried out as her heart turned to stone,
As the faerie took her soul.

We all had to pay the toll,
For no one heard her screams.
Wreaking havoc on us humans,
Deceiving our dreams.

love is like a broken thread
beads of water rolling off
a once beautiful band ruined
ripped to nothing like before
never a chance to hold back
to rewind the past written
carved into every droplet
falling off our cheekbones

...
...
...
                                                     ­                     you never saw me
finding comfort in liqueur
nicotine
and your empty promises

                                                       ­                   a walking hurricane

vengeance and fury
my niche
love was weakness

                                                       ­                    the things brewing under

ruthless sphere's of words piercing
you
                                                    ­                       like a crack of lightning
never knew you feared thunder
my pretense
                                                        ­                   till my skies turned
grey
                                                     ­                      a color you created
                                                         ­                  i became
the storm
                                                           ­                your fears
                                                           ­                your torrent of bad dreams