Far from a fairytale

An addiction you were for many years,
making dark scars all over my body.
The first thing they thought of when hearing my name;
not a fighter, not a student,
a scarred body,
made all the rest go up in flames.

Far from a fairytale,
a death note on a body so frail,
a knife that would not fail.
Beneath its spell;
the damage had been done.
Another cut and so on…
in a puddle of red; embraced,
even hell shat me out.

Frozen in darkness;
a passion for life in an age of grief.
What they had, made me go on…
the damage had been done.

From beneath the sparkling stars,
a shower of heavenly tears.
So many joy I had between my teeth;
but they were torn between faith,
whether not or to believe;
that this was not the life I wish to lead.

Far from a fairytale,
a death note on a body so frail,
a knife that would not fail.
Beneath its spell;
the damage had been done.

I've grown so sad without tears,
the wine made it go, a while…
My own betrayal; I will not lie,
trying to escape of life.

Soon, in the nightly sky,
another cut will be made; without a war,
and surely you'll wonder why;
I had lost my faith under falling stars.

Far from a fairytale,
insanity I had inhaled.
A death note on a body so frail,
a knife that wouldn't fail.
Beneath its spell;
the damage had been done.

Cruel as sin;
selfish; for your own win

Anita©