This is the story of little Alice
The one they never found
The one who fell down the rabbit hole,
And stayed there…Underground…

In her alternate reality
Of tiny imps and elves
She has become one of the creatures
Who keep only to themselves…

The Cheshire Cat…stripped and mad
Wouldn’t appear…for the fear of treason
A Manipulator by all sense…tempting life
Cursing Alice…forcing her to run away…

The White Rabbit…all dressed up
Soaked in blood…darts in his eyes
Grabbing Alice by the hand…he looks into her eyes
He screams of pain that was never found…

Alice covers her eyes…
This is not the underground
This is not the magical world
This is not the forgotten realm
Of mushrooms and pills and white lines…

The Caterpillar…tangled in fumes
Hugged Alice…sang a song of misery
To comfort her divine soul…to bite her lip
Transform into a serpent…crawl back

Alice laughs…smiles back
Picks up a ribbon…ties it on a rock
For none of these creatures understood
Her heart was lost in this wonderland

The Mad Hatter…as mad as could
Disappeared the day…his hand…touched Alice’s knee
He crushed her heart…her ribbons
Just by a simple kiss…a simple touch

Alice waited…and waited…
For the Mad Hatter had promised…
He would come back…through shimmering stars
Through old lullabies…spread through time

As Alice slept by the tea cup…
Contemplating her fallen eyelids
The Mad Hatter touched her neck…
Grabbed her shoulders…
Claws appeared…of unspoken words
Unspoken promises…tied by tears…

Dripping blood…from her wrists
Touching her heart…through a kiss
Waiting darkly for a sign…making her bare
Wet blood bodies touch…patient…silent
Reflections through a mirror glass…a promised fate
A battered soul…a crushed neck…

Alice closes her eyes…falls apart
Through bones and flesh…she dances
She laughs and cries…laughs…cries…

Could it be…that little Alice…
Hoped for a different…ending…a different…scene…
Of love and passion…of silent dreams…
Giggling meadows…a sunny day…
Perfumed lips…a shadow dream…