Your dreams are specks of fireflies,
The train to Neverland is in shambles.
Do you even think before you play?
You masquerade as this paragon of perfection,
Trudging on the red carpet, starting a fire with each step.
Plumes of the birds you kill, plaintive hearts you break,
The tunnels aching to swallow you—
It’s all etched in my crystal ball.
You are trapped in a castle of mirrors.
And the dragons drool as they guard you.
You blind yourself with synthetic sunshine,
Your sanguine eyes stare back at you deceitfully, promising a God.
Your legs are giving way.
Prince Charming is on holiday.
What do you lust for?
A lonely planet, Glory Days,
Or perhaps a heartfelt handshake?
Why is your temple sinking,
and your visage screaming help.
Why are your angels flirting with the devil.
And your eyes are hiding it so well?
You're far too broke for gifting hope,
A princess stuck in a paper boat,
A mental killer on the loose,
but don't you let the hope kill you.
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