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.
Fall into the rabbit hole of my soul For it is dark and deep An endless abyss of complexities That you can never fully explore I too, have not seen the end I continue to wander The parts of my soul Created, yet untouched Unknown even to me Because I am finding myself Unknowingly in a cycle Of creating and reinventing How can you tame What is always changing