Burn

No.

I will not prance around

for you.

Wont be your pretty pony.

Cute on demand

was not my style.

I burn.

I bleed.

I believe in something

more than this havoc wasteland.

Fairies frolic on the ferris wheel,

lizards lapping up the…

wait,

I get so distracted.

I want to know

what this strange heaven

tastes like,

what the angels do

in their down time,

or if theres any meaning

to anything at all.