she laughs and always smiles
so carefully composed
while secretly, she dies
no one sees her graveyard
in still lurking shadows
deceiving carefree eyes
they do not see her pain
a great and looming past
that clouds all inner skies
plain bliss is on display
they think that all is well
she tells no spoken lies
my toes are wiggling and scrunching
deep within my shoes
my wings are lifting skyward
to migrate like a goose
and a southern wind is blowing
about to tear me loose
i’m alice?
i’m alice.
i’m alice in blunderland
on a course that wasn’t planned
going through the broken glass
trying not to cut my hand
just part of a shifting mass
in a lone castle of sand
i’m alice in blunderland
i’m alice.
i’m alice?
O to be like God!
I died from one bite
Perfection drowned by fraud
As hell’s minions applaud
I died from one bite
And my soul loses its flight
As hell’s minions applaud
Return to ash and sod
As shadows stain the light
And weeds grow where I trod
I hide behind a skin facade
Strive to purge this evil blight
And weeds grow where I trod
Apocalypse horses’ feet are shod
Strive to purge this evil blight
Fleeing from the coming night
And weeds grow where I trod
Perfection drowned by fraud
Strive to purge this evil blight
O to be like God!
The Wisdom of Gavroche 