Lost Lullabies - The Wonderland Edition

Paint The Roses Red

crimson paint drips off the white satin pedal
I've been here before, I know I have.
this all seems familiar to me.
you laugh and admire yourself
as I dance in the white rose garden
feeling comforted by the voices of angels
and the sounds of the birds singing the same tune every morning when the sun lights the horizon.
I cower in the corner as you drop the paint bucket in front of me. no time for dreaming of possibilities anymore. no more listening to the tunes of the birds and no more finding comfort in the angels voices.
I must obey
I must commit
I must bow to worship you
on the throne that I helped you build.
you grab my hand
and force it to paint your roses red
crimson paint drops from the white satin pedal
I've been here before, I know I have.
I give and give and I find it particular that nothing seems to come back.
you laugh and admire yourself
as I focus on painting your roses red, and shutting out the noises. no angels, no birds, and definitely no white roses anymore.
this is all I'm good at now it seems
painting the roses red.
crimson red paint drips off the white satin pedal
I haven't been here before. I just know I haven't.
nothing feels familiar to me.
I look up at you, you smile.
I look back down
focus
just paint the roses red.