Rusty nob of palisander door, pushed by a shaky hand.
What will Alice find this morning in the wonderland?
Perhaps a quote from a mistreated professor will turn her small
Or cake with a hidden dagger blade ripped her flesh, grow tall
Nurse doll dressed by doctors, with smiley grinning fangs
Maybe a dark black bubble where air burns small girly lungs
The Queen of Hearts scares you not...
Emptiness does, the vast nothing that sits on your neck, blocking your breath,
heck! Alice! Handle the shock with some grace
Not bareback in a cornfield counting raindrops on your face!
One, two, three, four count to ten to million if you must
Grind pills to dust, swallow, and comply
Dreams so high then turned to needles slowly fading with your memories, inked under your skin
They win, they always fucking win.
Riped blue dress on a girl named Alice, soaked in the lake of a lonely voice
Speaking of ending marching dead rabbits.
Shoot? It's your choice
Every day starts the same, nob that turns the side
I am done being blue dress Alice, I want to run and hide...
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