The forgotten relationship
With a distant past
Allegory of a painful reality
Poise and composure
A dark cloth dragging on the ground
A garden a abravise roses
Sadness ane desillusion incarnate.
She chose not to care
Because she couldn’t bear
To get hurt
She is scars and she is damage
Wielding a magic called rage
That boils people’s blood
That leaves a sour taste on your buds
She is fear of death and yet she draws you towards it
A toxic mother
Taking children and bathing them in the murky water
Leaving them drifting on the river
Going nowhere, lost forever
She is the queen
Of the desert of the little prince’s mind
The reason why nothing grows
She feeds the blight that kills the tree
She makes the planet cold and foggy.
She is wrath
Everything she touches
She turns into crystal that so it burst into smithereens
And she loves to put her silky fingers on happiness.
But her heart she keeps cold like stone
She is depression and loneliness
She makes the room silent so you can hear your own breath
Until you pray that it stops and call upon death
Bleeding through your veins
She is even worse than the snake
Who slithers away under the sand.
She came for the prince and the flower
She came for the tree that has now been dead for an hour
Now the planet is dark
The little prince wants to live and love
But she wants to hate
And blame the world for her fate.