why Sleeping Beauty slept so long.
She hates humans vendetta against brave and reckless,
She hates their prejudice qualms,
She despise their tales of pride and ego,
She chastise how they glorify the massacre of dreams,
How they think it's gallant to fawn over forlorn souls.
It's a kill joy for her to give sound to their brooding silence.
So she gave her soul an oasis,
A futile attempt to postpone the inevitable
And plunge herself in serotonin filled state.
As a wistful want to find paradise in Valium filled world.
Until, jealous Prince ensnare her dreams with his fluid reality,
And slid the covet of poisons over her winged feather with his quarantine lips.
And seal her fate with stale morning.