Cinnamon-Stuff

A young girl left alone to die A woman with a haunting past A teenage boy escaping home And an old man thrown away The girl refused The hunger tore and slashed her guts Delusions popping left and right A moral code ingrained in deep And so she refused Until that single, shining, tempting apple Beckoning, whispering Survival devouring honesty And so she refused Refused to fade away The woman tried to run Mistakes and old ideas caught up Trapping, encaging, cornering Hunting down the one that ran An old bloodlust calling once again The guilt overshadowing So she repealed But contracts must be followed And once again she joined their ranks O

In a land where syrup falls from the cotton candy pink sky And sugar stalks grow from the chocolate earth Lived a young and inexperienced queen This queen wore the candied crown with elegance and taciturnity Dreaming of the future and disregarding the present She made her ambitious dreams tangible And she built her kingdom up into the saccharine sky Her ideas reigned the frosty night As her eyes met the milky moon dancing among the royal purple silk And they burst from behind her eyelids in their polychrome promises Beckoning and wishing for their manifestation And their delight so lifted her That it pained her to leave them as broken dream