Chains or Wonderland?Mature

Spider fangs, a faceful of knives, you leave me drowning in my sea of self-deceit,

Stumbling through tunnels of mirrors and light, delusions look good from this fallen angel's

Angle; bitter overdoses, filthy hands and broken wings, get your demons out of my



Hey Alice, break your chains and join the fallen, we're not all that bad,

Sadly discarded, rotting personas;

Shrug away your princess mask.


The halo snapped in half the day the downpour fed your

Poison tongues; you Eve, you serpent, I don't need saving from myself,

I don't want to let you in, don't lose yourself

In my mind.

The End

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