Fairy Tale

To live up to your expectations and satisfy your sensations is unrealistic when 
your thoughts become sadistic.  I've crossed the line of a sullen girl with no 
warning or signs.  So i go dark and deep inside a soul crying to sleep.  Now I 
step inside her thoughts and this is what I find.  There is no light.  There are no 
freedom or rights.  There are no angels in white.  There are no heroic knights.  
There are no last rites.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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