The Rabbit Hole

I've fallen down the rabbit hole, Wonderland here I'm not. No vibrant colored flower fields, Only the smell of death and rot. Its cold and damp and lonesome. Someone... Please... pull me out. I've fallen down the rabbit hole, Wonderland here I'm not. Maybe ill talk to some one, but how quickly they'll have me locked up. They'll say I have a condition, and with my parents permission They'll have me all drugged up. The doctors give me candy. Say it will cheer me up, how much they know  these doctors, with thier degrees and diplomas and such. Then they have all these soldiers they present me to their queen. Hindered by their ignorance, they believe she knows everything, But ohh... how I know the truth! For it is she who spits blasphemy! And because I know it is she who will not come after me. I've fallen down the rabbit hole, but my landing was soft for I fell into the arms of my demon. Ironically! He cheers me up, it is he who holds me close  and tells me  never to give up. He kisses my wrist, only scars remain... as a constant reminder... of what my mind became I've fallen down the rabbit hole. Finally! I've arrived And the Wonderland I knew,  was more than just in my mind. 

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