I’m falling down the rabbit hole again
Descending further into my own guilt
Gone through the looking-glass of fear and pain
Shame living in a house that I have built
I wander, lost, and find a Queen of Red
Hands beautiful and fragile took my own
Now bent as claws, she wants to have my head
While guilt and blame both chill me to the bone
When roses red with blood begin to bloom
And jokers fill the deck with hate and lies
With tension thick, so neither leaves the room
Why — then, the teardrops sparkle in her eyes
     A heart that’s broken in the dead of night
     My head, a gift, to try to set it right