Our minds are like Wonderland
A false sense of security.
Its a deadly place hidden by lively flowers. The creatures try to take your life.
You wish for the sense of safely
So you never notice the danger you face.
As the Mad Hatter gets crazier
And the Cheshire Cat sharpens its claws.
As the caterpillar takes more drugs to escape its fears
and the Queen of Hearts thirsts for more blood.
You never see the insanity consuming the land because you thought the sky was pretty.
Its slowly locking you in madness and you don't seem to notice.
You'll become like Alice and return to Wonderland.
Never noticing the thorns on the flowers
Or the blood on the path.
Until its too late and you're already gone.
Its the beauty of our minds
as it takes us captive
Never lets us free.
It becomes our personal Wonderland
A "safe haven" from all our pain.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
