snow white

(she bit into the shiny red apple…)

mirror mirror on the wall,
who’s the fairest of them all…?

surely its me,
with my,
hair as black as ebony,
skin as white as snow,
lips as red as the rose,
eyes as blue as blood…
blood?
and my pale pale pale skin…
when was I so w h i t e?
when did my eyes look so dead?

And she stood in front of the mirror,
casting smiles at her lifeless reflection,
as the poison slowly,
s p r e a d
and killed her where she stood.

(and she didn’t even know)

and where’s my prince charming,
to kiss me a w a k e?

i’m sorry darling… he doesn’t e x i s t…

mirror mirror on the wall,
who’s the deadest of them all…?

(and the apple rolled innocently on the ground as the fairest (deadest) princess of them all fell to the floor)