Wonderland
I never thought it could happen.
My mind like wonderland.
The smile reflecting my own.
I'm not mad,
In fact I'm sane.
My reality is just complicated,
Like an organized riot.
Time is but an illusion,
As its power is but a myth here.
I have eternity to live inside.
The hole leads towards not me,
But rather myself and I.
Its fall is short,
But long in thought.
Rivers run red with blood.
Its a horrific sight,
But soothing to the heart.
The shelves are lined with heads,
Blackened eyes,
Painted red with fear.
Follow that path,
But don't lose track.
No time for tea as it was never scheduled.
The laughter may lighten your mood,
But it will shallow your sleep.
Everything is what it isn't,
Would've been this,
But morphed into that.
What is all this you may ask?
It is me.
Or is it myself?
Perhaps it is I?
Nevertheless,
It shall remain the same,
Always changing its mentality.
Wonderland is quite a wonder,
But only ever to those who think.
What I say is what I mean.
My voiceless echos stray into the night.
The wild yellow eyes ponder,
Upon the bolted door,
The barred window,
The white ceiling.
This is my containment.
Here I am a freak,
But down the hole,
I am but a friend to them.
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