She tells me there are no promises,
no fairy tales, no happy endings;
She mocks the tears
of broken innocence,
provoking them still more...
She whispers cruelness
from mirrors,
taunting my reflections
and I hate her for my quiet face...
She is the voice that dreamer's curse-
But I'm not listening anymore...
In a moment, she will hear me
chanting magic
in the language of believers
and the spell of beauty that I weave
will silence her
forever.
