Dearest Alice

this is not your fucking wonderland

its my life.

my dimension

my frequency.

step the fuck off 

and take your hatter with you

that Cheshire grin and all manner of sin

your schizoprenic dialogue 

bores me to tears 

you don’t have any relevance here 

I’m off creating my world with my head 

I don’t need your kind of body counts 

I live in hope not fear 

I said good bye Long ago  to your flouts 

stop trying to hold on to me 

let me go

your time was never 


I was never a part of you 

and your lies though sweet

tasted untrue

now you wonder why you’re lynched? 

false eyes and false hearts 

I saw you had no soul

thtas why you wanted mine 

so damn much 

but I knew

and now it’s time 

for you to fuck off too

i have no time for your pills and ills

im off to make a garden 

with Mary 

shes quite contrary you know 

she cuts off heads 

and lays pretty maids in rows 

about time she became compost 

and you can rot with her

as you are transpfromed 

by the light into a garden of free thought

creation and beauty 

for the lack of a soul 

i will keep mine 


and from it only truth

and love

will grow 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

some things get clearer with rage.

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Lol! Xo

Lol! Xo

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