wine, cigarettes, and angst

fairy tale

At night, you sit beside my sleepy body,

Trying to lull me into world of dreams.

With your hypnotic voice that heals any malady;

This night you are my tender, loving prince.

And in the morning, we sit under an apple tree.

You have a book of tales in your hands,

Telling alluring stories about me and thee,

Painting the future, making some silly plans.

Now here comes the second night,

A little twist to our fairy tale,

I see your devious smile from delight;

I know you hear my heart beating.

I try to run, but you're quickly me defeating.

New morning comes,

An empty whiskey bottle on the floor.

I lay alone on the cold bed

You left for work, leaving the bloody mess behind

I know I have to put this to an end,

But that is not the way I was designed.