I stand in the middle of the room
Watching the whole world
Go round without me.

I wait for someone to notice
The eerie figure in the corner of the room
But no one does.

It is as if I am the looking glass,
and the hooded man is Alice.
He looks at me, but doesn't see me.
He sees through me.

As if I am invisible.
I scan my surroundings.
A waiter is coming towards me,
He holds a tray
Filled with chalices of liquid forgetfulness.

I reach for one,
But my hand glides right through the tray,
And the man walks through me.

I look down,
And there I see
A crimson stain
That extends the length of my gown.

I flick my gaze to the corner of the room,
But he is no longer waiting for me there,
He is right in front of me
Whispering words of comfort

As I  cross over
Into a higher world
Of gold and clouds.