Poem
It was just a small rabbit hole
I only went to look
and then
falling, falling
was it the pills I took
or the pen I used to write
perhaps the night
decided my mind was it's
playground.
The dress is torn to shreds
and nothing is as it seems
down the rabbit hole I fell
into my dreams.
I only went to look
and then
falling, falling
was it the pills I took
or the pen I used to write
perhaps the night
decided my mind was it's
playground.
The dress is torn to shreds
and nothing is as it seems
down the rabbit hole I fell
into my dreams.