Tribute
Angels a-flutter inside the minds of men
The Mad hatter by design whispering
My name Alice but I was not her
I lay broken by a shattered mirror
In chains my heart a twisted grapevine
Nauseating sweat sustained by time
And my dress was the colour of slain red
Virtue was not mine to claim, play by rules
Of a wicked Devil’s game
I let the sun blind my eyes, once upon a time
I let all fairytale beginnings die
My name was not Alice
The cat’s eyes could not follow me ahead
The darkness swathed all steps I did tread
But I once did paint a picture, inside your head
Of an angel and a fairytale
And all of my beginnings had an end
In the deep mysteries of time incessant
Amongst the soaring skies, I once did ascend
And I wandered the trapeze silk below the moon
Above the fair in the midsummer night of June
My hair once the strongest cord of gold, now a fray
A torn and twisted vine, severed ends in sheer disarray
I once used to lie upon my back beneath the Milky Way
But all is lost to my own self, now reclining in grey
“No one to cry to, no place to call home”
Not even that yawning hole, I once fell through
Raped in my youth, of sense and sensibility
That desert of lies could never be true
The madness I could make myself believe
I dare not again speak, dare not again breathe
Dare not again believe
What sanity I must have held, has patently left me
“Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home?”
Would you believe the skies burn tonight?
From all tears I have cried, into the silence
The fear of silence I cannot fight
All mistakes I made will hurt my skin
What pale flesh I had, glows red
And the problem of obsession clusters within
This girl, now woman still fears the menace
Of Wonderland, behind the existent screen
And she still plays those cards, for all to see
The victim and the dealer had always been me
