You always tell me let's escape to wonderland , but who's going to rescue you when it's to insane how do we know that wonderland isn't a place to run from instead of run to you ask me where are we going now the truth is I really don't know I laugh hysterically as your eyes lose the hope they once have I'm not laughing at you I'm laughing with you I sense your insanity building your peace collapsing like the lungs of a life time smoker they fall in as if punctured by iron rods like your a machine you need a work order you need oil will you let me fix you will you let lubricate you grease you down you are slick now your parts run without question no sound that comes from you is a ugly sound it's a sound you might refer to as rose petals whispering to each other when the sprites dance on there leaves or maybe something a bit more familiar like water falling oh so lightly upon the thirsty earth the earth greedily laps it up like it hadn't had a drink in ages years have passed the feeling of being parched does not describe the feeling adequately enough it's more like a burning inferno a raging blaze has overtaken your insides hotter then a wrongful desire it burns you up like the fever of the olden days no medication could save you but oh I know I could save you I'm the man who saved everyone but himself and for that act he was condemned not by others but by himself a evil detestable being he was loathsome but who was the one who gave out that decree ? Why the man himself he fought and dragged himself along but his shadow always got caught on the snares in the carpet would he cut himself loose and loose his partner or let his dream die while he felt temporary comfort from a hidden friend with a inexistent agenda . It had no plans for him only to drag him with it as it fell ever so slowly into the pits of despair .
