Dark. Silence. Never ending nothing. Is this what it's like to be dead? No. Death must be more peaceful. The dark quiet can't possibly be peace. It is hysteria. Why can I see no one? Hatter should be here. I normally see him at this point in my terrors. Those lifelike dreams that suck the sanity out of me. But are they really dreams? They seem so real. Grasping the inner workings of my mind and tearing it inside from out. Or perhaps, that is me. My cold, bloody fingers gripping my head. Pulling down, so much so my scalp begins to ache. Is that me? Or is that the inner workings of a dream? I suppose no one can fathom it. Why should a worthless girl like me, counter such beautiful morbid sights? What makes me worthy? Who says I should witness the vile wonder of Underland. A past I still yet need to find. Not the one I know now, no. Not at all. This isn't my Wonderland. This is Underland; in its darkest, most atrocious hour. This is hell. Hell that stemmed from the bitter ruin of my broken mind.
And nothing, can stop the fire from spreading.
Hm.. Yeah. I have no idea. I was suppose to be revising for an English exam and all I could think of was just a mumble of words, which created, err, well, this. :L
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