Weave a world all my own, bloody knives cast into the abyss.
Their bleeding faces carve my lands, filling them with my bitter hate.
Scars and torn tissue lingers upon my creatures, gruesome and grotesque against the moons bleaching light.
My heels click on the cobblestone path, smashing the rabbits and their pocket watch's
They hiss and scream as they convulse, though I do not stop to watch. I have terrible business to attend to.
Pinnacles of life sway in the dead air, the faint glimmer of leaves smashing against the shadow.
My slender fingertip runs along the razor edge, watching as the most grisly of things spring from the blood that fled me.
The screams of the children echo amongst the cries of the creatures, the wind combating to shriek louder.
The contest of noise shatters my mind's silence, as I shuffle the deck of cards that I have drawn.
The kings leer at me, while the queen's watch my moves maliciously.
Biting my tongue, I swallow the sweet liquid as it courses through my stomach.
Faltering in my step, my existence shatters the sunlight that had leaked through the storm, sending us all into darkness.
Trembling, my waxen arms linger about my waist. Comforting the stomach filling with blood.
The torturous convulsions coming in surges, I coughed out the liquid, spilling it from my lips down my alabaster throat.
Surviving in a fantasy world, I had lingered until it had distorted and twisted along with me, my mind deranged and maniacal.
The beloved thought lying on my mind, the delightful suicide that claimed my heart.
Eyes fluttering closed, I murmured through the leaking blood.
"My name is Alice...welcome...to my wonderland."
