The ruby slippers
have lost their sparkle
and the crowns of kings
are beginning to rust.
You don't know how twisted it can be.
I'd like to think the world is
a bowling ball.
It's rolling down an alley
which is a path
straight down to hell.
At least I've got
something to cling to,
even though you say
the angel is the one
with blue eyes and wings;
don't you know I see an angel
every time I look at you?
Amongst majesties crowned
with broken glass,
I saw myself
and a million unknown dreams
inside your eyes.

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