Madness Is Just a Disease
Book 3
They say madness is formed deep in the brain,
Originating from some childish past pain.
An eternal fiery disease,
That does anything but please.
It slowly devours your soul,
And with it comes a heavy toll.
My heart still aches for that little girl,
In my head she twirls and twirls.
Again and again her face appears,
Bring forth my ice cold tears.
Where did you go my dear friend?
I can hardly remember to back then...
But it still hurts like a horrible sin.
Tea parties are a thing of the past,
There nothing to me! They're just trash!
That's how we met though isn't it?
Well all that's over now, I've officially quit.
The thing I feared the most has seeped deeper into the recesses of my mind.
My sanity would nearly be impossible to find,
Actually I never really was sane, was I?
I guess you could've seen it as easy as a fly.
I shouldn't blame you,
Your among the worlds few.
Insanity is your name,
And blaming is YOUR game.
I've lost all my friends,
But gained a devious grin.
Their bodies are mine for the taking,
And there minds are just fun for breaking.
Never again will I hear the racket of tea cups,
They bother me like the barking of pups.
Oh! The noise, that terrible noise,
But, how I used to play with them... like children's toys.
I was going to wait for you,
Until you grew,
And your body wouldn't be so fresh and new.
We would've been in love, for many years to pass.
But your heart has become heavy underneath the mass.
Now you're gone, with nothing left,
Your world has taken its last breath.
Like life support, we somehow manage.
Wrapped underneath an enormous bandage.
Like a wound your world still festers,
No warming sensations from the jesters.
As the days go by, your world slowly begins to disappear,
And yet you do not even shed a tear.
I've lost all hope in you my dear friend Alice,
With your heart so racked in Malice.
Yet, you have done nothing with your anger,
You leave it be like some old stranger.
The queen at one time wanted my head,
But she only seemed to fill it with so much dread.
I nearly killed time once in the presence of her majesty.
It was such a gut wrenching tragedy.
OFF WITH HIS HEAD
She yelled to her guards,
Those filthy, dirty packs of cards.
Now I welcome her with open arms,
Hoping she wont stick me behind her kingdoms bars.
Her wretched face is hidden by that mask,
To get rid of it, oh what a task...
She leaves me to do her dirty work,
But I'm not her personal clerk.
Peace is all I need,
I crave it like some kind of greed.
BUT I NEVER GET ANY!
I wish it came cheap, like a penny.
Oh, how I have changed!
My body has become massively deranged,
Under the guilt and gears lies a heart,
But Wonderland has no use for that part.
I hear your voice from time to time,
It comes to me in riddles and rhymes...
You'll soon be returning,
And the queen's castle will surely be burning.
No more of her,
Would even cause the Cheshire cat to purr.
My domain has become my prison,
And the dead have surely risen.
My automatons, my finest of works,
To me they bring a warmly smirk.
I love to hear the children's cries in pain,
As my machines slowly tear apart their brains.
They work for me on endless hours,
Crawling through all my towers.
You can't come in and just miss one,
Their just too much oodles of fun!
Cradle me Alice.... For I am falling....
It is you now who I am calling.
Bring me to heavens gate,
And with me watch this tormented hell deteriorate.
But, I am afraid I might hurt your fragile skin,
Pulling you from limb to limb.
Maybe it would be best for you to stay away,
And come again another day.
Today is my unbirthday,
And what a peculiar one it has been!
Stunned by the pleasure of my most favorite sin.
My friends cry forever in pain,
But their words do not enter my tender brain.
I am not all here,
And my eyes rarely bring forth tears.
Back to work I must go now,
The human flesh I must clean and plow.
Work can be such a mess,
But that's what makes it just the best.