In my world of make believe,
beneath the red roses white.
I watch the clouds in skies so blue,
fade into the night.
I wished upon a shooting star,
that back home I would be free,
and that no grinning pussy cat,
would come to throttle me.
In my sinking Wonderland,
where hearts are dark and cold,
I wept amongst the deck of spades,
who dared to break the mould.
The Queen herself is laughing,
and clutches at her side,
as white rabbit hangs in the corner,
with red upon his hide.
His clock no longer ticking...
no sign that he is late,
just a shadow upon her wall,
of his long and grisly fate.
Along the path of the maze of hearts,
beside the pool of tears,
with no Mad Man left to guide me,
I wait until she hears.
My heart does stop as I see her,
dressed entirely in velvet red,
she smiles and bows before she screams,
"Off with that bitches head!"
A thousand cards jump to her call,
and I am cornered by a Jack,
A knife at my throat and I plead with her,
"Let sweet little Alice go back."
A drop of blood and the blade pulled away,
but her army remain tall,
I am free to go with head,
but am to watch my Wonderland fall.
I bow to the Queen, and my God she laughs,
as she shoves me out of her land,
I wake strapped to a bed with a nurse nearby,
fiddling with the drip in my hand.
The frightened face of my parents,
look down at daughter, dying,
no Doctor could explain to them,
the red tears she had been crying.
By morning the scarlet tears have dried,
and they are forced to drop her hand,
leaving their cold little Alice,
to mourn her Wonderland.