Blood and Fairy Tales
By:Spekz.
Once upon a time,
imagination spoke no end
but time is cruel,
and reality was born.
Rancid aroma expands
Unbound from the spine
Torn from fairy lands.
I am depicted a teller,
Short of breath
In attempt to vent
Through closed teeth,
Words script
On my heavy chest
Weeping unicorn tears.
A voice clears my throat,
Only to accidently scream;
Spilling children’s laughter.
Reality signs in.
Lyrical twine,
Roped in death
From the mane
Of a lion,
Torn from the tail
Of a silk tailed steed.
Becomes a partner
To a golden needle,
In attempts to silence
A smile.
Slowly,
Crimson blood
Rains from the skies
Drowning,
The very tongue,
That’s enlightened young lives
Gentley etching a world
Seen only on a child’s eyes.
Glossed over; but smiling.
Lines pull tight,
Lips cease in arrest.
Resting upon one another
In defeat; reality wins.
The knife turns,
Forced in my throat
My voice runs,
-hides;
no longer able to seek
a starving ear.
I carve fairy tales now,
In solitude, - my mind.
For with death,
Introduces me to earth,
Where I may seed the lives
Of the young minds
Not afraid to watch the clouds
Mate with the top of an oak-tree,
And doze off,
Far, far away from reality…
…and imagine a world
truly their own.
They took away the tales I spoke,
Because their elder minds…
…simply refuse to believe.
Children,
Reality is; what you dream it to be.