Mad hatters ball

~the tracks now a record of them days, seven years a slave tae the needle, memories please fail me… They yet remain

Welcome tae the madhatters ball, hosted amongst white sheets, white floor, an’ white hall

Offered here was no crumpets, nor honey an’ tea, instead was served chemical cocktails intravenously

More surreal than wonderland portrayed, unreal illusions in my mind and before me eyes were played

~The tracks now a record of them days, seven years a slave tae the needle, memories please fail me… they yet remain

An angel dressed in habit with vulture's wings, o’ a night perched outside my window, soul tae save or soul tae take I'll never know

I watched as beds once occupied by skeletons soon appeared empty, still resided ghosts, tae this day they haunt me

I watched from above as appeared a flat line, I Backed away from light an’ tunnel, stubborn an’ sanguine

~the tracks now a record of them days, seven years a slave tae the needle, memories please fail me… They yet remain

Seven years I attended that ball, dancing with death a’ the invitation of the madhatter o’ disease, finally I brought that motherfucker to his knees

A Rogues poem, by Joseph Friend