Twisted Wonderland

Where the white roses are painted red with blood,

And sanity is but a figment of imagination,

This is, and welcome to, my wonderland.

Where mirrors play tricks,

And madness dances with blood,

Where a land is ruled by a blood stained crown,

And no forest is safe, the trees thirst for flesh,

This is, and welcome to, my wonderland.

Just follow the rabbit.

You'll know when you're there when the whispers reach you,

When your soul loses its way,

When you're no longer sane,

You'll be here.

Welcome to my wonderland.

There are no limits.