fairy tale

what are you wearing, love
now, that the magic's gone

is that a limp from last night's dance
veiled within romance
blissful ignorance

some lipstick on your neck
flashes of lust that bled
a fairy tale in your head

what are you wearing, love
now, that you sobered up

is that the scent of passion
sweetest delusion
a perfect fusion

traces of fingernails on your ribs
a sigh on your lips
sealed by a kiss

what are you wearing, love
now, that you're alone

are those trails of hope
whirling alongside the rope
squeezing your throat

the imprint of a smile on your heart
tearing it apart
till the monsters start

creeping back to where they belong
inside you, in your nightmares' song