His eyes are gleaming as he glistens from afar, How beautiful it is to have an Aphrodite like appearance, I wonder how it would be like to fell in rabbit hole.
Why it felt like second hand though we waltzed on a shipwreck I lost on his footsteps as I tighten the grip on his hands. I watched the stardust fall from his eyelash, dreams do come true as I fall for that hope.
and the voices come at night from the sink from the half light of a half dream from the phone unanswered chapstick echoes from another space perhaps another time to show us glimpses clues visions of apocalypse do we wish to play and what are we willing to sacrifice roaches in a jar this is your wake-up call
some phrases from 'The Mothman Prophecies' and Mr. Cold
Alice had forgotten what happiness felt like. It’s been long since hers plummeted to rabbit holes with non-existent Wonderlands — hers plummeted to rabbit holes, from which it was never again able to climb back from.