Thoughtful Rhymes

Troll

Feelings escaping through pink,
Seemingly lovely at first sight,
Heart being drenched at the rink,
Being torn apart by the useless fight.

Yellowness leaves in actions,
Blue and black shown later on,
But it's better if there are no reactions,
Because the seeming pro is a huge con.

Molds of flesh wound sound,
And make it appear as thoughts.
These caused to be frowned,
As the lullaby's are proven knots.

Sprung and changed and hidden,
Emotions taken by the hand,
Long ago they were lost and ridden,
So that no one could hurt the bloody land,

But the land of blood was hurt,
By one of it's own shell.
No emotion of love or anger or even a spurt,
Could make this person strong enough to climb out of this well.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 were of one thing before,
That fell ill and sickened and lost all control,
As the children heard stories and gossip and lore,
The one proven myth was a sick rude troll.

Left underdeveloped and wrong,
With narcissism and tears,
They were told to stay strong,
But not even the troll fought it's fears. 

Liquids and liquids and smoke and decay,
The children saw abuse and could only turn away,
Because they all hoped that one freaking day,
The monster hidden can sometime be put at Bay.