Not as they seem to be
Things are not always as they seem to be
you have this little girl with a wicked smile
the evil just seeping out
her eyes gleam with anticipation
the wickedness she holds
the lies
the anger
the horror
she can dream up just anything
any for of torcher
the power the control the greed
it's eating away at her soul
pink ponies
wild flowers in meadows
lost and never learned the joys
all left behind in a distant memory
laughter has it's evil
the sarcasm the bitter sound it chills
painted pictures of fallen angels
the wicked dreams she sees
the endless darkness
she smiles her little girl smile
but it's not as it seems
it should be held in joy
hope love and carefree dreams
but sadly not everything is as it seems
No comments:
Post a Comment