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Tears roll down my face as i cut myself. To release the pain. It hurts so much, but feels so good. The pain is draining from me. In drops of blood. As I watch my pain leave me, I think, "How can this be? That i have so much pain, when i'm merely 14?" Then I remember the past that I've had, memories of yelling, slamming doors, all the awful tears. I've cried too much, I've hated so many. That I dont think people will ever get me. I come back from my world of thoughts. And realize that I've bled too much. Its all over the counters. Its becoming messy. But I dont care. I just want this pain out of me. Im starting to think that i cant go on. That maybe I should cut deeper. Till there is no more pain or blood. But then I remember, that I may have a future. I'll just have to wait out this pain. And let the blood dry up....
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No one knew who who had dreampt the dream, but such a tiny dream it was
The tiny dream began to think "I don't want to disappear, how can i make people dream of me?"
The tiny dream thought and though, and finally; it came up with an idea.
"I will let the humans stray into me, and then i will let THEM create the world..."
The first Alice went walking through the woods of Wonderland
Bravely, with a fearsome sword clutched in her fevered hand,
She cut down creatures in the way of her unyielding wrath
Leaving carnage in her wake by a red and bloody path
The first Alice strayed too far and too deep in the wood
It marked her as a sinner and locked her in there for good
Much like the gruesome path that marked her murdering way
Her life remained a mystery until this very day
The second Alice was a tame and tender gentleman
Singing songs to all the folks who lived in Wonderland
He sang a song so blue to fill what's empty in the world
Creating sounds of madness waiting to be unfurled
This Alice was as fragile as the flowers all around
A madman came to him one day and shot him to the ground
His blood stained the roses to a bright and somber red
And all who shunned him loved the roses soiled from what was dead
The third Alice was a young and lovely girl from Wonderland
A truly pretty creature, what's not to understand?
She charmed all of the people to her every beck and call
And gave birth to a green country that rose above them all
The third Alice then became this country's sovereign queen
But she would rule her nation lost within her own distorted dream
All she sees is rotting flesh inside her vanity
Afraid of death, she rules in place for all eternity.
Find the bright red forest path, that's where the journey starts
A tea party with blue roses, that's where the forest parts
The invite from the queen, it actually was
The trump card, the Ace of Hearts
The fourth Alice was a curious pair of siblings who were twins
Straying into Wonderland is where their tale begins
Interested in the worlds, they passed through many doors
Inquisitive of its many makings each of them explores
The stubborn older sister and the clever younger brother
Were close to see the nature of the true Alice at hand
But both will never wake up from the dream that they had planned
Forever they will wander hopelessly in Wonderland
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOX3Hk3rQBc
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