In a lonely darkened pit I wander, some might call it hell but it's far too familiar with every texture, every smell.
It's been with me for so long I choose to call it home this cold and lonely labyrinth of desperation that I roam.

Searching in vain for my true love fair

Crying out her name hoping she'll be there, but only the wind will answer echoing her name, taunting me and haunting me is it all just a dream, an opioid delusion as a field of poppies I cross.

Breathing in a fragrance nearly as intoxicating as her, down the rabbit hole I tumble everything becomes a blur.

Alice sweet Alice won't you please come home. This is no wonderland since you've gone.