Fairy Tale

a weave on our classics and the world's problems

Every day I wait and bleed,

I choke myself so I can breathe,

I don’t drop candy, I drop pills;

It’s easier to find my way home.

It’s not dwarfs, beasts and witches,

It’s druggies, hookers and gangs.

Constantly finding new things to stitch,

Empty words in the air hang.

Broken glass hides the streets,

Hiding in the alleys, children sleep.

Night brings out more monsters,

But day still isn’t safe.

The city surrounds itself in hate.

The sun shines every day,

But at times doesn’t seem so.

People hind behind what they pray,

So that they’re not forced to go.

The “good” people close their eyes,

They swallow the “bad” people’s lies.

The villains always seem to win,

The heroes get swallowed up by sin.

Weapons aren’t just swords and knives;

Words and pens can take lives.

And a prince’s kiss won’t bring you back,

Once you’re gone, it’s forever black.

Fables and fairy tales are real,

They’re just not as terrifying,

‘Cause in fairy tales we heal,

But in life, we’re already dying.

Reviews

[Ki]

Darby posted once again! Exciting!
And as always, it's simply delightful. Such a beautiful comparison, with effortless rhymes and creative metaphors. The concept... Just blows me away.
I enjoy your writing so thoroughly, dear. Post frequently.
PS, Unwanted will always be my favorite :)