Trip to Oz

The wizard of oz
With a little twist
Ruby red bracelets
Cover clenched fists

The yellow brick road
Is broken an so old
The trees and the flowers
Are colorless and cold

The good witch of the north
Is old, mean, and grey
And will remain as such
Until her dying day

The witch of the west
Is still far from kind
Her family had died
And she was left behind

There was no tornado
Just a whirl wind of tears
From neglect and abuse
From previous years

She ran really far away
Into her nightmarish dreams
Where twisted reality
Is not always what it seems

She sat cold and weary
Beneath a dead tree
And wept until morning
Sometime around three

She cried till the sun rose
White in the grey sky
And used her tattered dress
To dry her blue eyes

She walked down the road
Down to emerald city
It was a really small town
That was not at all pretty

It was dirty and ugly
With a slight hint of disgust
But seeing this "wizard"
Was an absolute must

She walked to the door
And rang the quiet bell
It hardly rang at all
Did it work? She couldn't tell

A man dressed in black
Opened the door wide
Revealing the emptiness
Of the darkened inside

He led straight in
To the "wizard's" room
The place was similar
To that of an old tomb

It was cold and dark
And a man sat it the corner
Crying about his many losses
He was no wizard, but a mourner

He told her that it was useless
There was no way to get out
You can't click your heels together
So you'll have to hang about

She then walked away from him
With a million dollar frown
She was turned away
And the wizard let her down

She followed the road back to her tree
Added more red bracelets that bled
She sat for ever beneath her tree
Cold, and empty, and dead

The wizard of oz
With a few little twists
No ruby red slippers
Just ruby red wrists

No happy ending
Over the rainbow
Couldn't hold on
Had to let go.