The sun creeps past her heart,
Shielding itself from her… heart.
Dreams on children’s lips,
Die young in their minds.
Forgotten leaves clutter the way.
They have from the start.
She sits; forever the doll.
Forever the child with dreams on her lips
Till gentle hands come to coax then rip.
From gentle hearts come gentle minds.
From gentle hate comes gentle love.
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.
Honey lovers give her sweet words to taste,
But honey cannot hold the world together.
Glue doesn’t even do that anymore,
Now that the world has been broke in two.
Floating in outer-space
Candles in the mouths of fish swim past.
Who’s in control, the candle or the fish?
It does not matter; they both know it does no good to wish…
But do you?
Lovers will give you nothing but honey,
Words sickly sweet to the center.
And so the child dies, just like her dreams.
Her life poisoned and torn by honey… The toxic killer