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Christina Rosa A Dec 2014
Let’s go down the rabbit hole

to a land we’ve never known

Let the colours of the wind

guide us to the land of sin

For all the sinners and the saints

whom have thrown their lives away

There’s a place for the wicked and insane

the ones who don’t find shelter from the rain

The lost who yet need to be found

The ones who can’t pick themselves up from the ground

The loved and hated find each other

In this place that is not like any other

There is a place for all we know

That place is down the rabbit hole.

              - Christina Rosa A.
Christina Rosa A Dec 2014
Borrow me your eyes
So I can see what you see
When you look at me

Do you see the monster
Inside of me?
Do you see the darkness
Consuming me?

Or do you just recognise the person
You want me to be?

- Christina Rosa A.
Christina Rosa A Jan 2015
The body needs the mind,
but the mind does not need the body.

The body is a graveyard
for all your lost thoughts.

for those who died on the battlefield
of imagination and hope.

And those who survived,
Will haunt you forever.

- Christina Rosa A.
Christina Rosa A Dec 2014
You're not a fallen angel in this
Pandemonium called life.
You're an outcast like the rest of us,
Trying to survive.

- Christina Rosa A.
Christina Rosa A Dec 2014
But darling, who will clean the blood from your arms and the war paint from your face?

Your mum thinks it's nothing and your father can't even pronounce your name.

Tell me, darling, is the blood on your arms worth all the pain?

- Christina Rosa A.

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