Take me away.
I can’t stand my reality,
so I will consume yours
like a ravenous beast.

I care more about the people
who live in your world
than those in my own,
I consume and feed; a beast.

Overfilled stomachs, sick on fried food.
Too many people, all of them smiling
and having a grand time, oblivious.

Children begging for what they don’t need.
Mothers pushing strollers, with a glow
next to their husbands who stand tall.

So much noise, senseless chatter, laughter.
I sit alone at a picnic table, surrounded by strangers
the sun beats down on my pale skin, I nearly faint.

This tedium is suffocating
sitting here like a good girl waiting
for your love, a hint or smile
just to tide me over for awhile.
It’s like a drug, they didn’t lie,
when you touch me I get high.
I need a fix as I sit here, still
I would wait an eternity for the thrill.

Flesh is not my forte
though zombie was once my guise.

Years spent roaming the barren earth
in search of the ultimate prize.

****** air untouched by darkness
extinct in an apocalyptic land.

Crystal clear lakes of peace
undisturbed by the folly of man.

She wants to know what it's like to be young,
Born into a grown up world
where Peter Pan never existed,
Neverland just an insane creation.
Alice is just a long forgotten dream
and the idea of Wonderland is nonsense.
Her hair isn't grey like the hearts surrounding her,
Yet she's lived twice as much as their combined existence.

The Fairy Godmother never gave her a shot
to lose a glass heel that the prince would never even find.
Her dreams are whiter than the purest snow,
Though she was born with a ruby red apple in her mouth.
She will remain a beauty, sleeping for eternity,
a princess locked away forever in a cold, dank dungeon.
This beast is savagely cruel, a truly heartless entity.
Their is no changing it, no saving it, no saving her.

If only my eyes were just a shade lighter
my skin just a little smoother,
my teeth were slightly whiter,
my hair a bit straighter,
my waist a tad smaller,
my ******* a size larger,
my lashes were longer,
my lips even softer,
If only I was lovelier
I’d say I’d be happier,
that my life would be better,
and the stars would shine brighter,
that everything would be easier.
But I wouldn’t be smarter
clearly not wiser.
I wouldn’t be healthier,
or a better sister or daughter.
My words any sincerer,
though my friends might be faker,
because they couldn’t be greater.
I wouldn’t be less of a worrier,
and my heart couldn’t be truer.
If only I was prettier then that’s all I’d be.

Iced over eyes show a hint of despair,
there is no escaping that soul-wrenching glare.
A heart of gold encased in stone,
she has become numb from all the time spent alone.

Holding on to all the things that are real,
though living in another world has its' appeal.
Recollections engage her every thought,
pushing aside phantoms she's already fought.

A fabricated utopia is hard to leave behind,
such a perfect place is impossible to decline.