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I followed a rabbit,
And now there's lipstick on my cigarette.
Down, down, down...
I've finally hit the ground.
But by the time I turned around,
You're nowhere to be found.
Run, run, run
From each and every hour.
Fun, fun, fun
Take as much as you want- you have that "power."
You are a princess,
Fox,
Snake-
and Wild Flower.
By the time I stop running,
I'm haunted by internal humming.
She's late, she's late.
For an unimportant date.
Enough time to say "Hello, let's fly!"
She's late.
She's late.
She's late.
Falling through
This memory looking glass.
I always knew
Your childish amusement wouldn't last.
I suppose it's only fair,
But go ahead, "help" me if you dare.
You continue to peel back every layer-
What are you hoping to find?
The deed to my soul has already been signed.
Wait, wait!
Let's talk,
And walk.
Walk right into a new transition,
And three-sixty every sensible position.
I thought I was curious,
But now your questioning makes me furious.
Furious because you can somehow hear
All those silenced parts of me I hold so dear.
What I'm afraid to share,
You demand of me with such flare.
The penetration gazes,
And intrusion security phases.
I've not finished exploring your mazes,
And I'm learning to face all these crazes.
I turned around to run,
And now.
Now there's no more fun.
I shoved it all away,
When I pushed you abroad that fateful day-
And my demon came out to play.
Stumbling through the garden,
I gawked as your house shrank.
Fumbling through words without a single pardon,
I've finally realized you're the one I should thank.
Wonderland is a world,
That few can understand.
But come darling, take my hand.
We can always visit the absurd.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Thu Dec 03, 2009 @ 06:05pm · 1 Comments |
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