Dark Paradise Poem by Miss Fairytale

Dark paradise filters
into the word painters mind
like butterflies and deadly lies.

A scene comes to the eyes
of revenge
and the lovely control of minds,

Hot hands choke the throats
of the ones who wrote
such terrible cries for help.

In the dark swirls of midnight
her hair swishes about her shoulders.

Holding onto rotten hearts
she pulls herself up
out of the shame of misery
of consuming jealousy

To see silver linings
the huge blue skies.

From comfort she is stripped
of clothes and skin
Clothed in out-of-character imagery.