#depressionsuicide
Let me tell you a story,
a rendition of Alice's story:
Her fall down the rabbit hole,
Her descend down ever after.
She as a girl, with dreams so high,
They were towering,
she believes in achieving.
But one day Alice learned:
Day isn't as bright as she had always known.
The sun's not shining,
The sky's as dark as evening.
With a blade in her hands,
The gate opened with her blood.
No doubts, no qualms.
She jumped.
Deeper, farther, the march hare she met.
She tore through every door,
ON! to the new world she moved on.
She met twins, nameless
They were fighting, endless
The prophesy foretold something,
But she's not that Alice, she's different.
She growled, she screamed.
The world froze.
This is her world now,
And she will claim it no matter what.
She is Alice,
An Alice gone mad.
Wouldn't she make the best partner
of a hatter they know best?
Hatter is hatter,
Hatter became her armor, her sword her shield,
Whatever she wanted him to be.
Together they fought, charged hand in hand.
Off with the red queen's head,
Off with the jabberwock's
Hatter gave her a purpose,
But hatter left her to fend in that new world.
Gone is hatter,
still and cold.
And there goes Alice screaming back and forth.
Hatter became her life,
But they both lost against Time.
Now tell me,
Who is Alice without hatter?
What is Alice with a purpose?
With hatter gone, how will the story ever end?
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
Death a cruel mistress
Really such a tease
My life is such a mess
I'm shaking at the knees
Will you let me rest?
Let me rest in piece?
We've met once before after my distress
And my soul you did not release
Did you consider it an act of jest
When I got my heart to cease
Its beating in my chest
Is that why you did not feast?
I don't understand but I digress
Out of all the lost souls, you desired mine the least
To Death I'm a reject. A reject at best.
Even in death I can't seem to please
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC