each thought is lighting,
across a mess
-of weaving gardens,
where roses cough up petals.

strange creatures with thorny hearts,
soft champagne made of tea and of gold,
i wonder i wonder how this beautiful world,
this beautiful world,
became so dark.

they fall, i fall,
down a rabbit hole,
where queens of red tear my thoughts,
and queens of white eat my heart.

i wonder, wonder how each creature changed,
when i fell down the rabbit hole.
sweet little bugs you’re giant monsters,
decadent cakes you’re made of scents,
clear water you’re cold.

soft little hearts, notes between schoolboys
suddenly rip my skin,
pumpkin mazes where i used to wander
they pull me under,
under in the dark.

they fall, i fall,
down a rabbit hole,
where queens of red tear my thoughts,
and queens of white eat my heart.

they fall, i fall,
(roses and petals)
down a rabbit hole,
(thorny hearts)
where queens of red tear my head,
(this beautiful world)
and queens of white eat my heart.
(so dark)