And this fabric that I wove,
Isn't strong enough for these tears.
Capsules clad in pink and frills,
to soften the conscious as they breathe.

Follow this lead.

You can't find where Alice fled to,
Strewn about in propaganda
and tall tales of the Belle.
She never saw her death
who would think she could.
Until that day she wandered

Just wandered too far through.

Monster aren't born,
but molded from blood and love.
Silver bullets don't posses the strength.
Not yet as painful as humanity.

Shattering hopeless dreams-
drowning them in contempt.

Lies and make up are the same,
concealing, what lies to be found-what dies.

There's no such thing as prince charming.

His broken steed was amputated
while his mistress fled.
The knight in shining armor
was abolished with his vanity.

When Sleeping Beauty awakens
A warped mass of hatred
sears beneath her skin.

There's no such thing as happily ever after.

Honestly I don't really like it, it seems more like a bunch of little poems put together but it got a good review so I figure I might as well put it up. Critique welcome.