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|entirely bonkers|
lovely face with wrinkles around the eyes
looking into them makes you see wonderland’s skies
deep within them, right there in the iris
one look, and he’ll creep into you like a virus
right there in his hands, listen to the watch
and you’ll sit at his table, eating butterscotch
the way it’s ticking, striking every hour pass
forcing you to see everything through his eyeglass
this engaging sound, how it synchronizes with your heartbeat
and you hear him whisper little nothings, like “you’re sweet-
you remember me of my dearest girl, and how it’s been,
as she was still alive and my lovely little queen.”
he tells you stories, endearing and dark
and you get a look at his manic mind, just a spark
how he loved her and she refused to see
that he wouldn’t give up and purred poison into her tea
“you’ll beg like her” he says “for the antidote”
while ravishing you, his hands around your throat
not one word would pass your lips
not even after kissing you with his’
while slowly fading away into the abyss
you recognized one last thing you have missed
this lovely face, framed with brownish locks
in sweet bliss while listening to the music box
isn’t seeing this world as it is
there was created a new one and it was only his:
in which hearts are torn into rabbit holes
finding the grinning cat seems to be part of the goals
here it’s not a crime to get drunk with a blue caterpillar
not even running around, getting titled as a killer
singing: “we’re painting the roses red!”
and it should not sound like a thread
but it perhaps won’t get any better
because you’re alice and he is the mad hatter