Pink Sprinkled Apples

Pink as the sunset high above indigo and rose sprinkles on caramel; Now go on take a bite; Killing with slow acting poison sounds like the stuff of fairytales; Placated with sugar like arsenic rolled into the sweetness of your skin; Ingested with every bite , a silent mark nothing destroy dreams of happily ever after; Kidnapped but always were willing, led by the promise of something more; Eating those pink sprinkled apples dangerous dreams to the heart speak, appetite for those that are weak; Pretty little smiles of innocence, plagued by no knowledge of a true villain; Letting their heart run away with their minds euphoria filled such precocious eyes; Seduced by the belief in poisoned pink apples.