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alice_is_wonderland's Journal
The Side Of Me I Seldom Share
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We Are The Witches
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March 31, 2008, 01:53:am
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There’s a dark place inside
That I always try to hide
Sometimes people get into the dark
Looking for that witch’s mark
I smile sweetly and scream in your head
I can make you wish you were dead
I am a flower with the thorns
And no one hides from my scorn
I lay like broken pieces
Hiding inside all the creases
Stare into my eyes
I can see straight through those lies
Tear out all of the stitches
Get to all that itches
The demons lurk all around you
I could lift them if I wanted to
But I like watching you cry
Haha, I won’t let you die
You don’t deserve that glory
So sit through this story
I see through the revile
I’ve known you all this while
I’ve known the abuse too heavy to tell
I’ve known all the circles of hell
There is a torment in my mind, in my heart-
That’s right, you threw the poison dart
We seek retreat
From all deceit
We are all that you ever feared
We are all that you never neared
We are the evil you thought you wanted to be
We are the evil you thought you wanted to see.
¿Usted sin embargo desea vivir esta vida?
Alice Danter
3-29-08
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Escape
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March 13, 2008, 12:35:am
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A rush of words
A rush of might
Running like herds
From inner sight.
A stranger in the house
But he is home
Seen like an unsightful louse
But he cannot rome.
The rhyming only stops
After the demon hour ends,
The dead hand flops
Away - them - my mind sends.
The flicker is a blaze
Never a flame
Been tryin for days
But always the same.
Calculate the time he wants
But don't watch the clock
The gateway waits, daunts,
Let the inner eye block.
Focused here,
Focused gone,
Focused tear,
Focused wrong.
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In My Heart I Am Home
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March 13, 2008, 12:35:am
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It's like I'm sitting
In a crowded room, gritting
My teeth and biting
My tongue back, hiding
Behind this mask.
This mask is my face,
Plaster white, a race
Of time, I'm running
Away from the shunning,
Screaming all the way.
My screams cannot be heard,
Not even one audible word,
Because my throat was cut,
It made a deep, dark rut,
And the breath is seeping out.
The breath seeping into the air,
Only faeries and insects no where
I hide behind my mask,
In my blood they bask,
They followed me home.
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Acid Dreams
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March 12, 2008, 01:49:am
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Drifting on the mist of the winter fog
I see the distorted images of the blackened, twisted forest
Paper snowflakes fall from a cardboard sky
All is so quiet, so peaceful
Not even a twig cracking breaks the silence…
The crimson stream breaks the world of reality
Mending the fantasy to the conscious
Leaning back into the powder on the ground
A black hole stops my fall
Disappearing into the world beneath
The diamonds and pearls of this millennium
Let us find the real
Can it be uncovered?
The black blood tears fall from empty eyes
Ruining the white skin of purity,
These images lost and forgotten for so long
How did we ever let them go?
It has the potential to drive the sane
To utter and total madness
The hazy glass like a room of smoke
Gives us clouded vision
So we selectively choose what to believe.
Could we but strip ourselves of this mortality
And live forever
Do you think we could find it within ourselves
To not take this life for granted?
Humanity has become so jaded
So misled
We cannot fathom a world imperfect and contaminated
Because poison breeds from poison
As black bleeds from black
Like a contagious disease
A heartless killer
With one sole purpose…
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