Dear alice

When she opens her eyes what will she see?

I sure do hope it isn’t me for my face does burn with anguish 

And my knees do tremble with fear when I see what wonderland did to my poor dear

Her face but a mirage, nothing lay’s underneath. Not a breath or thought she doesn’t even speak

When she opens her mouth what will she taste?

I do hope it’s something sweet for the flesh that did taint will forever remain

But momentary pleasures can subdue her pain.