Alice is wonderland still your perfect place?
Does the madness still feel totally safe?
Your hatter's lost to the cage in his mind,
The white rabbit's hid where you'll never find.
The queen of hearts lost her head,
And to the jabawoki her heart was fed.
Your wise caterpillar overdosed in his last high,
All you can hear is the white queen's sad sighs.
Walk through the small door just to find,
Roses bled dry as wonderland dies.
Little Alice drink your tears,
They're catching on to your fears.
Run Alice, towards the sun,
It's time for them to have some fun.
Wonderland witnesses you're last fight,
Just as they see last light.
YOU ARE READING
Violet Flowers
PoetryMy friends asked me to publish some of my poetry soooooooo here we are.