Sliding, gliding, just a squelch,
Firmer, faster, almost a belch,
Deeper, steeper, I start to whine,
After this I will be fine...

Sharpest thing I could find,
A bullet did cross my mind,
Scalpel unskilled in another hand,
Lethal precision what I had planned.

I little further past the bone,
You try and reach me on the phone,
"Let's start fresh, a whole new start."
A moment late, I removed my heart....

A trip I take,
A dream, I break.
A normal day?
Yeah, no way...

A building anger,
A squeezing bind.
I am in danger,
Inside my mind.

I reach out for help,
My hand outstretched,
I heard you yelp,
My stomach wretched.

I flee in fear.
My world gone dark.
Now, it is oh so clear,
I had let out a vile bark.

My words you mistook,
My tone you didn't know.
My energy is all it took,
So now I should go...

A dragon in my head has snorted,
Vile plumes of acrid ooze.
A great wall he built brick by brick,
Laying them upon his back.

Stacking layer year by year,
That is what got me here.
Taking blame for all your wrongs,
Eating the hatred from the throngs.

Bricks all left unsorted,
protecting all he has to lose.
Just one more stack that's the trick,
He wont be able to move, just one more stack.

From in this world he heard a tear,
He cast aside all his fear,
lifting his brow to find the cause,
Not daring to move and let it all fall.

His tomb, his throne, his resting place,
Now his pulpit, from where to speak.
Hearing his stirring people quake,
His eyelid opens, the earth does shake.

A little yawn, a stretch of feather,
"Settle down" his rousers tremble,
"go back to sleep, you'll scare the children."
Stir him again, next time he'll smirk.

Wonderland is dead.
It was shot in the head.
Not by the Red Queen,
though her smile did glean.

No, it's Alice's fault,
she brought my life to a halt,
she sent me madd again,
put me out in the rain.

No more White Rabbit; no Hare,
no Tweedle to dare.
Just me and my mind,
no filler to bind.

Instead I wonder afar,
into a new tales; bizarre.
Ones with turtles and dragons,
and pints and flagons.

Tales as old as time,
and some that even rhyme.
Tales of princes in court,
and all of that sort.

Worlds richer than Wonderland,
and all we had planned.
Worlds wrapped in gold,
where I'm made to feel bold.

Thank you Alice my dear,
for setting my mind clear.
Maddness is to me,
what to you would be glee.

Please don't think this the end,
the next tale is around the bend,
The Hatter lives on you see,
He lives on in me.

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