Her Name is Alice
A blue room, a blue girl.
Spinning, spinning, where she'll stop- nobody knows.
An open window, the fog trails in; trails into her eyes, her glassy eyes.
Curiouser and curiouser, she'll never return.
Looping through this Wonderland, topsy turvy.
Confusion, fear: Off with her head.
The shadows close in, and there's laughter.
Laughter.
A/N: This came out way creepier than expected.
Written whilst listening to 'Her Name is Alice' by Shinedown