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by xXx Expecting xXx Jul 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
Alice broke the looking glass, And thus she lost her eye. Tempted blindly by the mushroom, Alice was to die. So sadly walked the little girl, Among the Red Queen’s pawns, To wait until that fateful day When final darkness dawns. The poison was so slow, you see, That little Alice didn’t notice That with each movement of her feet Her mind went out of focus. And as her sanity gave way To harness all this madness, Her tiny heart began to break And she was plagued with sadness. Remorseful in her innocence, She soon began to cry. A million tears or more were shed From Alice’s one good eye. As Wonderland grew dark and cold, And there seemed no end to life, Suspended in the pool of tears Little Alice found a knife. Finally the dream would end, Thought Alice in the mud. And as the knife ran through her heart, The pool turned thick with blood.