I see people come and go.
They think nothing of me,
A small senile old man.
They come and they visit
And talk about anything---anything at all.
They openly insult me as if I’m not there.
A small senile old man, waiting to show them
True terror.
They never notice me sulking,
They never notice me waiting.
Waiting for them to say something they shouldn’t,
Waiting for them to make a fatal mistake.
But for now I sit and wait,
For you have not yet made your fatal mistake.
A small senile old man outside your door,
Waiting to show you true horror.
YOU ARE READING
Wonderland
PoetryA set of poetry based on the novel "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carrol and the video game "Alice: Madness Returns". These poems sometimes reflect my feelings/get angst-y, but I'll try not to do that.
