brightness, happiness in

pop-pop pill form

All she wants is music

beats and lyrics

in her veins to replace

the redness

with cotton-candy

and glittered-filled skies

All she wants is to cut

the dull grey chains

with rhinestone covered scissors

and their blades like ribbons

All she wants is to free

the gossamer wings

and brightness inside

and fly away to

aprettylittle Hell