Sweet Sweet Cinder

Stop the clock 

Turn back the time 

Let the mice return to men 

And the story begins to grime

Let the cinders run wild

With the wind to gust them fro

Let the birds begin to cry

With no ends to their sorrow

As they stalk upon the house

Like vultures with their prey

Poor Cinderella will never

Get to see the day

The day she danced with her prince

Adored and beloved by all

But instead is at home 

Covered-ashes to ashes

Face freckled with dust to dust 

By her stepmother's cruel urge 

To muster up hate and agony 

Leaving Cinderella to self-destruct

Ear piercing screams 

Pray to her fairy god mother 

To let it be a dream 

That the scene in front of her isn't so morbid 

The taste of self-pity isn't so toxic

That the flower she desires isn't forgotten 

That her father wasn't so wholeheartedly 

Stupid to marry the evil witch 

That wasn't meant for her fairy tale 

To steal the glass slipper

And eviscerate the pain from within 

Cinderella is now cursed again

Eyes left for her friends to fed upon 

Not even Gus Gus left to dawn 

What a gruesome wish it is 

And a lovely way to go 

To be the greatest beauty 

No one got to know.