I sit here now in a shadowed sanctuary
Once, blissful and exploding with fruitful colors
Now, a splattered inkblot blocking every path.
My map is a simple one
I travel from place to place with a clear head.
Now blackened from mistakes, I aimlessly wander through tunnels
Created by Dashing Demons.
Like Alice, I fell
Into the rabbit hole
I’m Timmy stuck in the well
No Lassie to save me
I failed her
No rope to climb
I burned it
No ladders
No steps
Just bare hands
Broken and bleeding from the fall
I scratch at the smooth dark walls
Slipping and sliding from the condensation
I start to sweat
The salt burns my eyes
I break
I die
Alone in the dark, my soul will stray
Screaming for all of the help
I threw away.