Down the rabbit hole I go.
Down into the darkness I fall.
How far down does it go?
Faster and faster I fall.
Till my body hits the ground.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Into my wonderland of madness.
All around me are roses painted red.
Painted not with paint but with blood.
Who's blood I dare not ask.
Could be my own, could be my demons.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
I continue to walk around my wonderland of madness.
I see the Cheshire Cat up in a tree.
He smiles sinister at me.
"We're all mad here" he tells me in a soothing voice.
I watched as he disappears leavening only his smile for a brief moment.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Joining the Hatter and the Hare for a cup of tea.
They dance around singing their nonsense tune.
Tea time this, unbirthday that.
Oh how this bores me, I never liked tea party's.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Meeting the queen of hearts for a game of croquet.
"Off with their heads" she screams loudly.
Why she does? I do not know.
I've had enough of it all.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
I sit upon her thrown, a wicked smile on my face.
We're all mad here, is what that darn cat said.
Oh, how right he was.
For I am mad, very, very mad.
You could say as mad as a Hatter.
I pick up his hat and place it on top of my head.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Into my wonderland of madness.
Where I am the queen of the mad and broken.
Will you come down the rabbit hole with me?
And join in my wonderland of madness?
A/N not really as dark as some of my other poems, but I had moment of inspiration so why not.
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
