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 © Jeff Bell | Year Posted 2006
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