How bizzare , I'm often bizzare
As I roam through the lust and haste of the neverlands
Here my hate stops like time, and I am the child once more
The child, sweet like apples and berries of the freshened spring
She is the first bloomed flower in the dead end garden
When I trance here I dance to her display, letting the thorns on the ground rip my stockings and poison my feet
This world is full of lullaby music from a broken ballerina chest
Its her favorite and brings her to peace as she rests in her glassed coffin
Skys everywhere near or far are filled with black and red clouds, as the rest of her kingdom is an unforgiving gray
Her sleep was brought by sorrow and sickness
As she infact prisoned herself in a jar
With a note:
" I am hate
I am bait
Begin to concentrate and I will frustrate "
When servers tried to remove her , she struck them down and sealed it with magick
A new note was written later stating:
" here lays the hate , the danger, and mistakes of this body
I have disposed of her evil and shall stay in this case
No matter the beauty , no matter the cries
This apparition will stay enclosed
Forevermore"
And so she stays
And I often go visit
To let her out ..for she is me
And we are three
I am her so I take her place
To let her play and show her face
YOU ARE READING
I'd be in jars
FantasyI see myself in my head , I hide the bad in a jar away from humanity
