Latched onto the hands of time.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The clocks mock.
Running to the back of my mind.
Hidden behind my eyes.
Sorting out the countless lies.
Insanity holding my hand.
Closing my eyes escaping into my wonderland.
Every aspect, created by me.
The trees even bleed.
Fulfilling my sadistic needs.
In the palm of my hand, unfolding.
Red dust stirs up into the sky.
Stardust memories.
Walking on a balance beam of dreams..
Ready to fall.
Shattering like a porcelain doll.
My world collapses.
Cracking the looking glasses.
Falling, sinking.
Into the quicksand.
Rememeber there's no one to save you in wonderland.
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