Godawful heartbreak is only what she knows
Fairytale’s smoke teeters on the edge of a nightmare
For which she is the main character

The sun releases her puppeteering demons
As they adapt to the light,
And the feeling busts at the seams

The knowing moon is her therapeutic hymn
But is the mercury that chains her mind to his prison shackles
Long after the mad hatter’s curse has faded
And his hand, poisoned by the vile actions done.

The cup is half empty
Her heart is half full
But her trust is just a void in both.