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Hooked

Hooked

They call me Alice 
I've lost my mind 
Throwing out my reality 
With the pills and wine 
I dance in the walls with my shadows 
Freezing to death in my mind's sweet gallows
I see in candlelight
The moon and stars 
Twisting the petals of sickly sweet upon my heart
Washing away the reflection I've become
Going down the rabbit hole letting my body go numb
Monarchs wrap their pretty wings around my ears
Covering glass from shattering, brutal years 
Letting go of reality to be with the insane
Screaming and laughing
I have but one name
They call me Alice 
Like in the storybook 
I am not an innocent adventurer 
I am the one who got hooked 
On the drug of daydreams
No alibis needed to disappear 
For a quick second
In my hallucinations I reckon
They'll never end 
So the material world I must 
For the feelings of my wonderland
Are the pleasure of lust 
Wash away my bloody hands
And free me from the chains 
Release the monster 
That's driven me insane
Burning down the town
My minds built to house
All the busy people
Who could care less about the frown
I wear like paint upon my scarred face
Out like a candle
Roaring like a fire
Every day I dream of it 
I grow higher 
I have but one name
I'm absolutely mad
They call me Alice 
With a heart I once had 

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terry terri ZO

everytime i read one of you very talented poems i see parts of my life

you write with a soul-

worth having insomnia too find your work

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DevynHoshour

awwwww! Okay I feel blessed to have such kind words here! Ahhhh! I'm internally screaming! I'll make sure to give your works a read when I'm not busy writing or painting! Thanks so much and I'm glad you like them!! 

*by the way, who said insomnia was a bad thing anyhow?*

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