A life of greed and hatred, a life of morally accepted crimes. Only accepted by yourself.
That day in the alley, the sunlight shone, shone through your long blonde hair, the sound of talking filled the air.
The day you won't forget, soaked with water and your own tears, your heart of gold suddenly turned cold as ice, snapped like an elastic band with horrific results.
A young life none the less....
But once upon a time is in order, for the girl in the mirror didn't fit life's border.
Her chilling smile, sweet like primroses, marshmallows and a spring breeze, how could that smile turn Into something this diseased.
For that lovely smile, as beautiful as gold and green is now used to hide a cracked soul.
Behind her smile is a monster in hiding, dressed in green and gold, fed by the anger she attempts to hold
(A tribute to my 2nd subscriber The Mad Hatter's opus of a similar title)
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