Deliver Us from This Evil
Book 2
It's been so long since her long golden hair caressed my gentle face,
Now I feel that I've become a mangy, overgrown disgrace.
I've gone to long without the pleasures of a hearty meal
To not be able to die... This is how hell must truly feel.
Once upon a time this world was drenched in the finest of her dreams,
Now it has become a living nightmare by its entire means.
My bare bone stomach longs for the taste of food
Maybe that is why I've been put in this unbreakable demonic mood.
I still remember when it all began,
With just one drop of a fine grain of sand.
Alice had just arrived to take tea with her friends,
It was one of those bad habits, like an unstoppable trend.
She asked me the way to the Mad Hatter's house,
As I slowly wrapped my thin stripped tail around her blouse.
She laughed aloud and patted my head,
It was then that I felt my heart become filled with dread.
I jumped back, and her eyes grew wide.
Cheshire Cat what is wrong have you lost your pride?
No I laughed, something just felt strange...
I guess inside I was beginning to feel deranged.
My grin grew wide as I rubbed against her chest,
It was always her that I always loved the best.
When she had left and gone I perched myself among my tree,
A strange song then did I sang with happiness and much glee.
That was the last time I saw my dear Alice...
Now her heart has become filled with malice.
To have your parents lost in a fire... it must be hard,
It wasn't her fault; she must have played the wrong card.
Ever since that day Wonderland has taken a turn for the worse,
It has taken its one way drive through the hearse.
My mind has taken its final leap,
And now it has fallen among the heap.
Those blasted symbols etched into my skin,
Oh, how I despise every single one of them.
No more tricks to play on the queen,
For her heart has turned distinctly mean.
Heads roll all around,
Watch them tumble along the ground.
Off with his head,
Off with her head,
It doesn't matter who or what,
They will all be killed by that filthy slut.
Many hopeful children have made their journey here.
Presents of the queens power,
Left on the land to cry and cower.
Sometimes they stumble upon my domain,
Their pleas and cries of suffering burn into my brain.
Their bodies and flesh I will surely grind.
For once they meet me, I count them as mine.
I can't go on like this,
Please Alice save us from this hell
Ring the safe heavens bell,
And free our tainted souls!
I am tired of my empty bowls.
I will sit here and wait for the day of your return,
For on that day the wretched queen shall surely burn.
Your heart can truly save us from this mess,
Deliver us from this evil, so we may play among the rest.
In my paw I hold for you a white rose,
My eyes are astonished by its fleeing pose.
Today is my unbirthday,
And what a horrible one it has been.
Covered in the mockery of my own filthy sin.
The child was lost, with no sign of a home.
It's not my fault I ripped off his flesh straight down to the bare bone.
My stomach still growls,
Like a wolf with its howl.