Weak and Powerless
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"Tillin' my own grave will keep me level. So I'll jam another dragon down the hole. Driven to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary Siren One that pushes me along and leaves me so.."
I stared down at the barren wasteland. This isn't Wonderland, it can't be, it isn't. A look of shock frozen on my face, I begin to walk down the rocky slope.
"Desperate.. Ravenous.. So weak.. And powerless.."
I passed by doors, hundreds of them. Some of them were huge, towering over me, and some were small, too small for even a mouse. Echoes of dilapidated machinery bounced off the walls and into my ears, and steam drifted out of holes in the ground, the white wisps looking similar to crying faces. Small insects scurried and ran at my feet, then excreted violet blood when I stepped on them. The fact that they actually screamed made me cringe.
"Someone feed the monkey while I, Dig in search of China, White as Dracula, As I approach the bottom."
My heart was beating faster than ever before, I felt weak. I let out a huge breathe from my mouth, searching for usable air, but finding nothing. I watched as a school of slugs scurried across the wooden planks in front of me, each one bigger than the last, dangerous looking spikes protruding from their backs. I turned away, looking though one of the doors.
"Desperate..
Ravenous.. So weak.. And powerless.. Over you."
Inside, a child sat on a maggoty old bed. The bed had towering black iron headboards, with no covers. The walls were padded. It was an asylum in there. Ridiculously long black centipedes scurried between the two beds, and still the child sat, not making a sound. Something brushed up against my legs, and I looked down, startled. It was the Cheshier Cat, unlike I've ever seen him before. He was so thin and sickly looking, I could easily see he had one paw in the grave already. But still he grinned. Unable to strain his bony neck enough to look up at me, he stared at the ground, yellow eyes glowing.
"Little angel go away, Come again some other day. Devil has my ear today, And I can't hear a word you say.
Promised I would find a little, Solace and some piece of my mind, Whatever just as long as I don't feel so.."
Tears ran down my face, I couldn't take it any more. This isn't Wonderland, this is hell.
"Desperate"
I turned away from him and ran. I ran as fast as my body would allow me, tearing across the rickety planks.
"Ravenous"
I kept running, even when I came to a bridge. The bridge, like everything else in this wretched place, was old, and didn't look usable at all. I ran across it anyway.
"So Weak.."
I got to about the middle when the bridge snapped. The ground fell out from underneath me, and I fell through the air, colours and memories flashing before my eyes.
"And Powerless.."
***
My eyes snapped open. I lay in my asylum bed, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling. Just a dream, nothing more.
"Desperate..
Ravenous.. So Weak.. And Powerless.."
I don't want to go back to Wonderland anymore.
"Over you."
I do not own the song "Weak and Powerless". It belongs to A Perfect Circle. I don't own Alice either, cause' if I did I wouldn't be sitting at my computer surrounded by hot pockets writing about it.
"Tillin' my own grave will keep me level. So I'll jam another dragon down the hole. Driven to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary Siren One that pushes me along and leaves me so.."
I stared down at the barren wasteland. This isn't Wonderland, it can't be, it isn't. A look of shock frozen on my face, I begin to walk down the rocky slope.
"Desperate.. Ravenous.. So weak.. And powerless.."
I passed by doors, hundreds of them. Some of them were huge, towering over me, and some were small, too small for even a mouse. Echoes of dilapidated machinery bounced off the walls and into my ears, and steam drifted out of holes in the ground, the white wisps looking similar to crying faces. Small insects scurried and ran at my feet, then excreted violet blood when I stepped on them. The fact that they actually screamed made me cringe.
"Someone feed the monkey while I, Dig in search of China, White as Dracula, As I approach the bottom."
My heart was beating faster than ever before, I felt weak. I let out a huge breathe from my mouth, searching for usable air, but finding nothing. I watched as a school of slugs scurried across the wooden planks in front of me, each one bigger than the last, dangerous looking spikes protruding from their backs. I turned away, looking though one of the doors.
"Desperate..
Ravenous.. So weak.. And powerless.. Over you."
Inside, a child sat on a maggoty old bed. The bed had towering black iron headboards, with no covers. The walls were padded. It was an asylum in there. Ridiculously long black centipedes scurried between the two beds, and still the child sat, not making a sound. Something brushed up against my legs, and I looked down, startled. It was the Cheshier Cat, unlike I've ever seen him before. He was so thin and sickly looking, I could easily see he had one paw in the grave already. But still he grinned. Unable to strain his bony neck enough to look up at me, he stared at the ground, yellow eyes glowing.
"Little angel go away, Come again some other day. Devil has my ear today, And I can't hear a word you say.
Promised I would find a little, Solace and some piece of my mind, Whatever just as long as I don't feel so.."
Tears ran down my face, I couldn't take it any more. This isn't Wonderland, this is hell.
"Desperate"
I turned away from him and ran. I ran as fast as my body would allow me, tearing across the rickety planks.
"Ravenous"
I kept running, even when I came to a bridge. The bridge, like everything else in this wretched place, was old, and didn't look usable at all. I ran across it anyway.
"So Weak.."
I got to about the middle when the bridge snapped. The ground fell out from underneath me, and I fell through the air, colours and memories flashing before my eyes.
"And Powerless.."
***
My eyes snapped open. I lay in my asylum bed, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling. Just a dream, nothing more.
"Desperate..
Ravenous.. So Weak.. And Powerless.."
I don't want to go back to Wonderland anymore.
"Over you."
I do not own the song "Weak and Powerless". It belongs to A Perfect Circle. I don't own Alice either, cause' if I did I wouldn't be sitting at my computer surrounded by hot pockets writing about it.