I muttered an apology,
but he slapped me regardless.

Truth is, it lacked sincerity.
Seeing it in my sullen eyes.

Men find it a turn off.
My lack of ambition.
My lack of inspiration.
My lack of empathy in general.

They still find a way into my bed.
Attempting to change my casual nature.

My lack of,
eventually exploding down his disappointed throat.

Dark alleys
are for catious lovers.
Cigarette butts littered
the asphalt
when his lips met mine.

He stole my breath
as easily
as he creeps
into thought.
So powerfully
that
constalations collapse.

Shadows danced
encircling us
teasing of our secret.
Cigarette smoke rising
clinging to me
along with his scent
and affection.

He must have
been carved by God's
and cursed by Ruin.
Fallen to this earth
as a cast away.
His eyes
say so much..

In his arms
I felt
everything
all at once.
The ground shifting
under my feet.
This alley
forever imprinted
with this moment.

Blue sky's
Hold witness
to grey days.

Light shines
upon me.
But I do not feel it.

Just this
heavy weight
in my chest.

Just this
dark void
that's swallowing me.

Just this
Need to
Run from everyone.

I begg you
Pull the sun
From the sky...

Blind it's eyes
From witnessing
My destruction.

This man resembles shadow, his world is bleak and grey. But I would give him all of me, just to make him stay.

He is my favorite fascination, and I told him this from the start. Cupids arrow cursed us both, when it broke on hardened heart.

I never did deserve him, the truth now scattered in what we've left behind.  All the beauty that he is, but whats most magnificent is his mind.

I long to brighten up his world, and banish all his sorrow. To give him back what he's given me, hope that burns for a better tomorrow.

Never could I put to words, just how he makes me feel. He whispers that  he's just a ghost, but to me he's very real.

Dust me off
      As if
I had never been tucked away.
      As if
Time never lapsed
into a greater space.

Dust me off
and see me only as I am now.
     As if
I never have been beyond
or before
this moment.

Dust me off
Placed on a shelf to protect                  
     As if
it is worth watching fade.
     As if
This corner holds enough light
       Just for me.

Dust me off
    And see me
through the looking glass.
    As if
For once
I'm not to delicate
for touch.

I always thought it was brave of Wendy,  to love a boy who refused to grow. To get caught up in his wonderlust, to fly and mock the crow.

She let him sweep her off her feet, with dust that shined so bright. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and they fled into the night.

Love is a curse in Neverland, unbroken by gypsy magic of old. Peter has a reputation though, tales among the campfire told.

The crocodile turned its clock back, to synchronize with Wendy's furious cries. The lost boys lined up with tissues, to sob their last goodbyes.

Maybe Wendy fell apart when she returned home, emotion finally giving to tears. Only in dreams will she remember him now, as her Neverland disappears.

He wants to point a crooked finger, that's fine I'll take the blame. But when he finally stops to think,  he'll realize the cycle is the same.

Can you love half a person? Who only shows a glimpse of who they are?  Would you move an entire family,  based on a single shooting star?

I used to count the hours, for a conversation I couldn't reach. Yet now he wants to preach, the lack of a fair resignation speech.

It could be laughable really,  if it wasn't so **** sad. I used to believe he was the purest dream, that I ever had.  

I will be the monster, but I see in a clear perspective view. You can feed me all the guilt you want, but I'll just coke on the shards of you.

She wears a decorated crown of infinity, and never sheds a wasted tear. When it comes to challenges ahead, she is absent of all fear.

A lion roars in obedience, tamed she rides along his back. Facing what's coming with great fortitude, never once stopping to count what she may lack.

Head held high in determination, for Regret was never a friend. Hands so gentle that with a single touch, she gracefully brings all conflict to an end.

Whispering prayers of gratitude and counting each blessing as they are. A past that won't define her, she casts wishes too a far forgotten star.

Listen to the warning that she heeds, when she appears to you when cursed.  Discover the courage that you misplaced, and have faith in Strength reversed.

I speak for him
in  soft  whispers
delicate annunciations
     that linger
on my   craving   lips.

I lust for him
With   trembling   hands
    ineffable
             anticipation
    of feeling him
under my   eager   palms.  

I breathe for him
  in   breathless  gasps
startled by    his   disposition
   inhale and
exhale
swollowing profound ecstasy.

I hope for him
When   his  world
  Crumbles
bleak and desolate
      Amity discovered
a beacon of   immense   light.  

I love for him
beyond   comprehension
and far   past    reason
    Invoking
this rectified heart to beat
only
   for him.

Dainty feet dipped in ponds
then pressed to the earth.
In need of a connection
and a deeper grounding.

I admire the trees
Powerful and unmoving.
Never needing to know
any other place but where
their roots lay.

Wind calls to me
teasing my dark hair.
Chasing through branches
and creating
a symphony of sound.

My face towards the sun
I close my eyes and finally breathe.
Rays of light warm my face
Lighting me
from the inside out.

I search for him in my sleep.
His name falling from moon kissed lips,
and slipping into the tangled sheets.

I reach for him.
beyond blurred shadows and blanket barriers,
Arms stretching across vacant space so hopelessly.

Nightmares stay on the edge.
Pawing in frustration that his adoration elevates me,
placing me upon a pedestal far beyond their monstrous grip.

Night fades in a kaleidoscope of rising colors.
Crumbling the darkness into opulent  light,
leaving me always breathless in this unspoken place.

Like rain drops plunging
into puddles
this only echos outward.

I can feel it vibrating
the harrowing space
that separates us.

Ripples repeated
trickling with the notion
that it's moving...somewhere.

Slipping into
subtle transformation
that we pray is growth.

Obsorbing within us
like rain drops dancing
bound together by spirit.

I kneel before the river of Eternity, beside the weeping tree. I gaze in wonder at my reflection, this rippling version of me.

Dark hair cascading down my shoulders, framing my thoughtful face. Wind dances delicately around me, my only companion in this place.

I stumbled upon strength somehow, I tucked it away for tomorrow. Still learning a lesson in patience, youth is something we can't borrow.

I'm embarking on a journey, to find this part of me I've lost. This battle within me has to stop, no matter what the cost.

Epiphany gave me the map in hand, after he crippled me with mighty blows. I'm off to defeat the monster in me, and reclaim this person my reflection shows.

Waking up
in arms
that don't fit.

An unfamiliar room
that reeks
of alcohol and sweat.

Clothes scattered
along with
my inhibition.

Their fingerprints
now forever burned
into my skin.

A need
that consumes
absent of emotion.

This part of myself
I carelessly abandon
in bed sheets.

I kneel before the temple of Regret, prayers slip through lips of red. Collected stars in a jar, sealed with tears I have not shed.

Like lighting bugs but brighter, it shines with a blinding burst. I sipped from the waters of Lethe once, now I can never queue my thirst.

I didn't  mean to hurt him, I'll do anything to make it right. Out of pure desperation, I silently robbed the night.

I went through hell to get here, pulling constellations from the sky. I almost lost it all to Ruin, but still I refuse to cry.

This is all that's left of me, just a shell with a pretty face. So I give this jar as an offering, of the things I can't erase.

He must have came from heaven, yet I never witnessed the fall. I imagine it was with such a force, that it could have wreaked us all.

Bible verses tossed aside, some already committed to mind. A King among men in our world, yet to human for his own kind.

I cup my hands to catch his tears, my heart is his to hold. Wounds from battles won and lost, never ending stories to be told.

He could move a mountain, take down an army with bare hands. Yet you would never know it, just by the way he stands.

Armor put aside just for a moment, it gets so heavy in weight. But he's made of mightier things, and suffers the misfortune of fate.

I place my bare feet to the Earth, my long hair flowing free. I stretch my palms up to the Moon, and ask her to heal me.

Wind blows around me, Winter chill framing my face. My dress clings to the curves of my body, all pain and fears erased.

I won't hang my head anymore, I refuse to drown in Sorrow. I don't have all the missing pieces, but I'll Hope for a better tomorrow.

Dance can be a magical thing, it helps in untold ways. Moonbeams all around me, I haven't felt this Light in days.

I absorb the Universe, I just want to be set free. To cast aside these broken dreams, and find Tranquility.

If I can't have the one I want,
then perhaps,
I won't have anyone at all.

I'm a ghost these days anyway.
Right here,
does anyone really see me?

This man reeks of tabacoo and *****.
I wonder at his persistance,
so willing to touch a stranger.

Hands try to tug through my hair,
his breath so close to my face.
This absence in me echoes lost.

Recently my hearts been broken.
But for a moment,
the pain stops,
and I can't feel anything but nauseous.

I tried to tame a Titan, thought my Gypsy soul was all he needs. But it seems in the end, I'm the only human that cuts and bleeds.

I could count on the hand that's left, my long list of regret. But I wish nothing more, then to erase how we both met.

I took off armor and defended, what I wanted for my own. A dream I held close to heart, he was to be my home.

If only you could see me, cutting them down with every blow. But in the end he defeated me, the only one I wished to know.

I lay in a puddle of myself, as he devours my heart. All the while still whispering delusions, of how Fate won't keep us apart.

I sit beneath the tree of Innocence, hidden in the forest of Tomorrow. There I cried a lake so vast, neverending tears of Sorrow.

I can't look up towards the sun, its vanished from my view. Blue sky's I painted grey, yet another reminder of you.

I'm stepping off the edge soon, thought maybe this time I might fly. I'll climb to the very top, and hope that I won't die.

Muttered prays that only fall, they're just to heavy in heart. Everything that I touch, always falls apart.

I can't ease this ache in my chest, nor can I mend what's gone. So I sit beneath this magic tree, and listen to the Winds song.

I pulled the monster from the shadows, and cut his throat with glee. I muttered prayers of forgiveness, and declared it Destiny.

I couldn't stand the constant battle, the knife left in my back. I've run out of fingers and toes, counting all the things I lack.

I took those wings he severed from me, and sewed them back into place. I stood tall in spite of rumors, whispered phrases of disgrace.

Never did I claim to be a Saint, my history's tainted and twisted. But I had to ****, this Demon that existed.

Maybe I should feel remorse? He's 10 feet in the ground. But no matter how hard I search, no emotion can be found.

He kissed me again,
without warning.
Uninvited lips
trying to push mine apart.

Forceful hands,
On my waist.
He pulled away just slightly,
Eyes hard and dark.

He said my name.
So softly that,
It could not belong to me.
It just didn't sound the same.

I thought of someone else.
A flooding of guilt and need.
Making my heart ache,
And my stomach sick.

Drink to forgive or forget?
Let need consume reason.
I'm trying not to fall apart,
while defending dreams.

I feel like a ghost sometimes.
Only an outline,
of what can be whole.

Never fading.
I just consume this space,
containing chaos in a jar.

Silence can hurt.
Raising doubts,
suffocating suspicions as imagination wonders.

Heart beats strongly.
Haunting every corner,
darkness is our curse.

We do belong together.
collapsing constalations,
and pulling stars from the sky.

Scribbled notes on napkins, unfinished verses slightly askew. I put it all down in pen, to capture a small part of you.

Have a told you lately that I adore you? How the sound of your voice can drive me wild? You're the man I've  always dreamed of, ever since I was a child.

You shine so bright you steal my breath, like rays of sun I feel your glow. You somehow have come to be, the only thing I wish to know.

I never did deserve you, I once knelt to pray towards fading night. Holding onto fallen stars, I wished with all my might.

My hand is missing from yours, I feel the space where your fingers should be. I want to give you everything, but all I have is me.

Words seem to cut the soul, jagged edges distorted with color. Always avoiding the gallows, though I deserve to hang like any other.

Betrayl is a bitter pill, caught in a circle to burn us from inside. Walls I  built with magic dust, to help me better hide.

I called for peace but he wanted war, bellowing like thunder to the sky. He drew a sword and I my pen, then he dared to ask me why.

Kaleidoscope kingdoms never last, casualties scattered in every direction. He stole my youth and robbed my virture, beauty fading with age and imperfection.

He finally fell from his throne, the empire he built with deceit unable to stand. I'm moving on to catch the sun, with hope held in my hand.

I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.

Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.

I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.

I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.

Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's  cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.

I've folded so slowly into myself.
Tucked emotions into creases,
crinkled corners stained from ink. 

Fingertips tingle from the need.
Yet my hands won't gather intent,
my heart just beats,
and I'm here,
but I'm not.

I could bleed through ink,
drops settling into words on paper.
Yet now I linger.
My clockwork heart on the tip of it all.

I protect myself so deeply,
blank envelopes with no postmark.
Destination void.

Letters filled with shards of me.
written with hopes,
and invaded by exclamation points.
some letters go unsent,
to remain unopened.

I travel the Mountains of Misconception, and camp along the Stream of Sorrow. Counting all the collapsible dreams, I utter prayers for a better tomorrow.

This rain cloud keeps on following me, my clothes soaked with unshed tears. Shadows keep attacking hope, whispering my worst fears.

These boots I wear upon my feet, have magic stitched in the seems. The gypsy that I bought them from, promised they help accomplish dreams.

At night I wish on falling stars, when my mind turns away from rest. Everything in my ****** life, is just another test.

His name sits on parted lips, I keep it close to heart. As I move to close this great distance, that tries to keep us apart.

This lover likes to cover me,
with soft lips and sandpaper hands.
His mouth on my body,
while fingers tugg through my dark hair,
and close around my throat.

This man is greedy with me.
Devours me whole,
always rough with need.
Yet his lips are the only contrasting element.
Setting my skin on fire,
with each delicate kiss.

His strong body,
is so graceful over mine.
We move together intertwined.
Always bending me,
into,
a new position of pleasure.
His grip leaves bruises,
trails of proof along my skin.

He only speaks in hushed gasps,
my name he whispers on the peak of ecstasy.
"You're mine"
he always says,
Kissing my swollen lips.
His eyes so dark,
I don't dare to disagree.

Silence rings,
with a depth that echoes
into my hollow self.
Causing this clockwork heart
to continue beating.
Even through the absence of.

My fingertips still tingle,
from the need
to touch you.
Unable to shake desire,
or the want,
of your body under my palms.
I still break,
every time the wind
whispers your name.

I couldn't catch,
in my delicate hands,
all your tears.
My prayers whispered heavily,
fell with to much heart.
My eyes wept  sincerely,
filling mason jars,
That I  sealed with empty apologies.

I bloom in front of you,
open and flourish under my own sun.
Yet you,
don't stop and watch anymore.

Under finger and thumb,
I stretch ever so delicately with hope.
yet you,
aren't accustomed to this shade of green.

Stretching upwards,
I wish on stars that make me feel insignificant in a greater world.
Yet you,
refuse to believe I am magic.

I cry tears of pure sadness,
watching life grow where they fall.
Yet you,
can't appreciate the simplicity of my nature.

I pour my soul into you,
intimacy in over flow and heart swollen.
Yet you,
can't see that I have begun growing roots.

I can't do away with a broken soul, nor can I fix all the pieces. So I'm tearing out the pages of me, to ease this pain that never ceases.

Scribbled verses set in margins, that make sense only to those who choose to see. Erasing all the unspoken truth, that made a prisoner of me.

Dog eared pages I intended to revisit, one day when they made sense. Learning lessons from Humility, yet I've bent at her expense.

What is written in the book of me, no one would want to read. Demons sitting in the darkness, bickering over what they prefer to feed.

I put it all to paper, now I want to destroy it in the end. This book of me has come to be, my only confidant and friend.

Like rocks that fill my pockets, it just weighs me down. Regret always whispering doubt, it would be better just to drown.

I hold it between parted lips, his name that can't be said. Like sandpaper on the tongue, my frustrations so deep I cracked and bled.

Tell me Sorrow why I sit, on the corner of Self and Obligation. While in the cloak of night I cry, and choke on my own damnation.

I can't wash this new lover off my body, the filth won't rinse away. Another name on the list, another excuse not to stay.

It burns within like a thousand fires, desire that can't be repressed. But I'm so busy punishing myself, that I may never rest.

Tucked within the mountain of Promise, just past the forest of Truth. Runs a stream that glistens of dreams, and grants eternal youth.

Fairy's dance among the flowers, and sing a song of grace. Always adding into fable, another fortunate travelers face.

The stream glistens in the sun, and it's allure will steal your breath. One drop that passes through your lips, will save your soul from death.

Some will spend forever looking, desperate to stop youth from fading. Endlessly searching for this fountain, they waste life away crusading.

Be careful what you wish for, it's the warning the wind will softly tell. I'm forever blessed in beauty, but ****** for eternity between heaven and hell.

Reaching out into the darkness,
I wonder,
why thinking of him hurts so badly.

I meet him in dreams,
soft kisses of ginger and melody,
intimacy unfolding me.

I open slowly,
delicate and curious,
only to fade again with sun rise.

Daylight is lonely,
counting silence,
and the piece's of him I fear I've lost.

In sleep I beg him to take my heart,
to shatter it,
because,
I always linger in between.

He holds her in his arms at night, shielding her from a past she can't escape. Protecting her beauty from nightmares that lurk, and blessing her with soft kisses when he wakes.

He leaves to work before the sunrise, to a job that demands a toll. Checking the sleeping children before he goes, how he adores each innocent soul.

On the walk to work each morning, he greets a brand new day. Dreams that will come true he knows, his hope can't be distinguished or thrown away.  

You ask the measure of a man, and this one with so much heart is made of steel. Exhausted every day from life, yet he never forgets to kneel.

He is made of fire and rock, always giving when he can. He's pure strength and determination, in this form they call a man.

Reality Check

Exhausted isn't the correct word, as it's more of mind and soul. I bounced to many reality checks, it must've taken a toll.

I couldn't keep on trudging through dreams, while sitting before the hallows. Wasting wishes on nonsense things, while they leave me at the gallows.

I've hung my head in defeat, so many times before. But I'm at that twisted point in life, where I can't take much more.

Shadows follow me where I may go, voices so sinister and wicked. We ***** our fingers on spinning wheels, ignoring what was long ago predicted.

Backwards bones of forgotten men, lay in disarray. All because life's a *****, and she wants to make you pay.

Don't give me stolen sentiments, I'd rather have the wine. Don't paint my paths with fake rose petals, I'm a bitter valentine.

Diamonds are a girls best friend, let's face it you're always broke. You never write me poetry, and its all just one big joke.

That box of chocolates overpriced, it tastes like a cheap *****. All the efforts just a waste, to get in my front door.

Don't buy me flowers that are half dead, I can't stand to watch them waste away. Stupid men love stupid woman, on this stupid day.

Moonlit dreams and candle light, stars that speckle the darkened sky. I fail to count the hours, minutes, as time just passes us by.

Your touch that triggers goosebumps, rise upon my skin. Thoughts that flicker through my mind, as our dance of intimacy is about to begin.

Take my breath and breathe it as your own, inhale my infatuation. I close my eyes and let my mind slip, into this wonderful sensation.

Magnetic bonds to tie us, pulling us to touch. I rise and heat just burns through me, attraction consumes so much.

Passion flares red as we collide, entangled in one another. Through heat and sweat, we cant deny, that we fit perfectly into each other.

It builds and takes hold of me, I am left gasping for air. Fireworks light the way. I lay to rest in your arms, where I forever plan to stay.

The chains have become a part of me, as I lost count of all the years. Endless minutes passed me by, hands to clumsy to catch my tears.

I can't help but know deep inside, that my soul just wastes away. Confined in this solitude, where I was forever put to stay.

Every story has a witch, whose ugly cackle can make you shake. Evil that can't easily be defeated, by true love or a wooden stake. 

Shadows watch me while I sleep, and whisper that I must stay. Hope seems to dim now, with each passing day.

A prince was supposed to rescue me, but age has now set in. Youth has faded beyond the years, the signs of time carved into skin.

Fairy tales did me in, I realized as I step closer towards the drop. Beautifully poised I finally took that leap, knowing it's the only way to make it stop.

Hidden between the heaven and earth, on plump clouds of painted grey. Lays a child of immortal youth, who's eyes shed tears of yesterday.

Small hands that just can't touch, what he hears in the angels song. Hair of gold and cheeks flushed pink, he obediently sings along.

Above our world he watches, sadness written on his boyish face. Never able to escape his fate, or this lonely place.

His sobs are hidden by the wind, his tears fall from endless skies. Ruin is always asking him, why it is he cries.

It spills out in overflow, emotion this holy child can't contain. Dripping forth from above, and comes to us as rain.

Exhausted yet I carry on, boots grind with each heavy step I take. I trudge through bones of fallen men, whose hearts I had to break.

Wings that used to carry me, now lay as a reminder on my back. Haunted by the ghosts of lovers, who once counted all I lack.

The wind whispers names of honorable men, who survived yet I left broken. Names not worthy of my poisoned lips, that have parted but not since spoken.

Beautiful in reflection, but color fails to hide. This heart of frost that beats within, that so long ago shattered inside.

They stand in line and follow me, yet I tell them with regret from the start. If this was a fairytale, I'd be that twisted witch without a heart.

Weeping willows hide the child, that sees beyond this time. Veils and shadows taking shape, within the forefront of her mind.

Her hair is in disarray, she's just woke up from rest. Darkness all around her, heart beat quickens inside her chest.

She lifts her voice to the darkness, and sings to fill it with light. Bursting colors stream forth, pushing back the night.

Home she can't remember, it's begun to fade away. Like erupting colors, the sunrise brings each day.

Clutching her doll to her chest the trees soothe her with song. Wind blows through her hair, and passes hope along.

She is the child of morning, a sign for better days to come. Shining in her innocence, to beckon the rising sun.

This is the story of a girl, who's eyes were black as night. Stars would flow from her hair, whenever she took flight.

On the back of a sparrow she would rise, to bid the sun farewell. Hair changing the sky to dark, stars shining where they fell.

Arms outstretched she'd gather sunsets, and place them in a jar. Making wishes for brighter days, upon each shooting star.

Faint memories hold as time wears on, she no longer has a name. Age no longer takes her youth, she'll always radiate the same.

Her gown of blue flows around her, with elegant wings spread her sparrow fly's. Changing day into night, forever doomed to roam the evening sky's.

Come back to me,
I can feel the silence.

Heavy as it presses upon my chest.
Thoughts of you suffocate me.

Your eyes I see so often,
As I open and close mine.

I whispered I loved you...
Just once,
Not loud enough to hear.

I feel so lost now.
Parting my lips for sweet tongued kisses,
That only falter.

Allow me,
To be your sunshine again.
I'm still yours
Come back to me.

I packed my bags and left a note, I'm headed for the moon. With luck tucked in my pocket, I'm bound to get there soon.

I've heard the moon was made of cheese, not the stinky kind. If there is a man up there, I won't leave him behind.

I know the sun could be a problem, my rockets old with rust. So I'll go at night instead, singing "to the moon or bust."

I have a plan you mustn't worry, It won't fall apart. With fairy dust and this old rocket, hope fills my once cracked heart.

Words they seem to cut the soul, in rigid angry stages. Always wondering if it'll fade, along the body that still ages.

I see the scars marking me, burned into skin with hate. Never able to escape that frame, when to little was too late.

You can see it in my reflection now, I'm worn away with time. Lost in translation is stolen youth, a perception that once left me blind.

Men look at me and think they know, because the scars I have to bare. Intimacy so hard to find, because my self worth was never there.

Twisted images in faded memories, when I once was pure perfection. Now I see a distorted me, when I gaze at my own reflection.

I wanted to fill the cracks of his mind, and breathe his very breath. Need consumed by deep desire, leaving me scared to death.

I hung a rope on that tree, where I used to kneel and pray. Struggling to keep my head up, waiting for something he refused to say.

I wanted to slip and fall into arms, eager to break my fall. Scattered hopes cast about, that are just shadow puppets on the wall.

I cupped my hands to catch his tears, but the favor was never repaid. Slip the rope around my neck, in hopes to repair this mess I made.

I wasted all my saved up wishes, just in the end to tie the knot. I finally took that step and hang myself, with all the promises he forgot.

Every story has a beginning, a part that's hard to tell. Withholding chapters to ourselves, some hide within a shell.  

Beside the tree of Contempt, and the valley of Tomorrow. I cried a lake that is so deep, just from tears of sorrow.

Poisoned from secrets left on lips, doomed to never part. Men place a hand upon my chest, and think that I've no heart.

What I hide within is heavy, yet I pray on bended knee. Underneath a sky so vast, it robbed so much of me.

Of nails and gravel I was made, a result of pain and fear. Stuck within this armor,  always unable to let them near.

Here's the story of a girl, who's lips where red as sin. Skipping down an enchanted path, is where we will begin.

Sunshine peeks through the trees, to grandmother's house she must go. She mustn't wonder off this road, but why she doesn't know.

Something seems to follow her, she quickly spies the creature. Hidden intentions behind wicked eyes, a lesson he soon would teach her.

Innocent but not for long, she carries
shards that are her youth. Knights and princes cast aside, for twisted Fairy tales hold no truth.

You must know this story, it rings like a familiar bell. The child forced to become a women, because she saved herself from hell.