Mirage

Magic and spells

Used by my will

Singing of bells

For an empty heart, it fills

Vivacious colors

To ones delight

So intrigued

You lose your sight

People will bend

Right under my thumb

But soon the magic

Begins to feel numb

Hollow bodies

And stolen minds

Replaced by spells

To make better times

Good intentions

Of pink and gold

Turned to rust

They sink and mold

Emotions too real

Cannot be put under

So keep your fairytale

Deep in a slumber