Fairytales have ruined your perception,
The perfect little storylines are nothing more than deception.
Delightful acts of violance have never been so charming.
The intentions of the characters are often alarming.
Your heart, thought to be valued, is nothing more than a gimmick,
The axe man sent with a purpose, twisted and sick.
Trust, like a poisoned apple, is potentially tragic,
A kiss, could save the day, a brilliant act of magic,
But the rareness that our lives end,
Where the main characters and happiness befriend,
Is growing and so we'll read on and continue to pretend.