Fauxtales

You can't fix what is broken, You can't mend it with time. All this work you put in, Well, It's not worth a dime. You can patch it up with mud and flowers. But in the end it crumbles like the fate of all towers. Your heart doesn't crack it breaks in defeat. And silently, you wish it just wouldn't beat.

You ask yourself, "If there's heaven Will I get in?" Having broken all seven, your life is a sin. Your soul as dark as ink Your mind in the clouds. in the land of the holy, the sea of the pure. He waits for you under the large apple tree. He says there's nothing to do except maybe flee. You reach out your hand For a welcoming shake. But as the sea turns to sand you feel the bite of the snake.