Mar 31, 2005 20:35
"Wonderland"
The golden clocks in my head,
Tick so loud they could wake the dead.
Then, despite my tears,
Guilt,
Shame,
Or fears,
I'm forced to chase
The white rabbit sand
That will lead me off to Wonderland.
Through the looking glass
I can see
Another side of me;
Bloodshot eyes,
And bruises down my sides.
Burns on my finger tips,
And into my arm
The needle slips.
Then my mind begins to glow,
And I can see,
Just how deep, the rabbit hole really goes.
-Zach Wright