there once was a boy
with black hair
and blue eyes
he wrote about things..
things no one had seen
like eternal sleep
and imaginary dreams.
he lived in a world
where fun was non-existent
and colors
were quite distant.
the girls read his poems
and they laughed at them
because he wrote as if
they were his memories
but no one
had experienced eternal sleep
because death
had never happened
they all lived forever.

there once was a man
with black hair
and grey eyes
he wrote about things
things that people began to fear
like eternal sleep
and being cut ear to ear.
and being cut ear to ear.
he lived in a world
that was painted black
because colors
had no impact
on the town
that fell apart
by the boy
who wrote about his memories
who made eternal sleep
and killed the ones
who wanted to die
they no longer lived forever
and the boy named death
was just doing them a favor.

her name was Alice
(or so they say)
she fell down the rabbit hole
(one random day)
and met some peculiar creatures
(whether they were real or not)
she claims they existed
(not only in her head)
but no one ever saw them
because Alice was dead
the fall sent her whirling
into an imaginary world
she met tweedle dee and tweedle dum,
(who she says we're loads of fun)
a rabbit who was constantly late,
(who no one seemed to really hate)
and a mat hatter
(who seemed to make it all better)
and took her on glorious adventures
it all sounds quite wonderful
but Alice was mad you see
she claimed that
"all the best people are"
but no sane person believed her.
Alice was dead in the head
and lost to the world.
my name is Alice
and when I fell down that rabbit hole
all time stopped
I fell in love with adventure
and learned how to have fun
it's okay that no one believes me
I know it was real
and one day
I won't have to say goodbye
to the wonderful land they call wonderland