As the arm strikes midnight,
the last of my sanity makes its final descent into oblivion.
Waking the desires of the hatter,
cemented to his crooked, yet fascinating chair.
His eyes gazed upon yours,
before letting out his playful, yet cynical laugh.
"Mhh hm hm hm hm!"
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
As the arm strikes midnight,
the last of my sanity makes its final descent into oblivion.
Waking the desires of the hatter,
cemented to his crooked, yet fascinating chair.
His eyes gazed upon yours,
before letting out his playful, yet cynical laugh.
"Mhh hm hm hm hm!"
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