wonderland part 2
A TEAR FALLS DOWN MY CHEEK
I TOUCH MY FACE, I FEEL THE GRIEF
I MISS YOU AND HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL
I CANT BELIEVE YOURE GONE
I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S REAL.
I’M SICK OF MAKE BELIEVE.
IM SICK OF DREAMS,
I WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE,
DITCH THIS PLACE.
WONDERLAND ISN’T SO GREAT
WHEN YOU’RE STUCK INSIDE THE GATE
NO KEYS TO ESCAPE,
NO DESTINY, NO FATE.
JUST COLORS AND SMELLS,
SOUNDS AND BELLS,
FINGERS CURLED INTO FISTS,
HANDS LOST IN THE MIST.
JUST A BENCH TO SIT ON
AND MAKE BELIEVE RIDES.
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?
WHY DO YOU LOVE TO HIDE?
I’M ANGRY AND SCARED
WHY WOULD YOU BRING ME HERE?
WERE YOU EVER EVEN REAL,
OR HAS WONDERLAND MADE ME DISAPPEAR?
INSANITY. I FEAR, DELUSION HAS INFESTED MY THOUGHTS
A STRANGER WITH NO NAME, NO FACE, NO VOICE, NO TOUCH
MY SOUL WAS LONELY SO I MADE YOU UP
YOU DON’T EXIST OUTSIDE OF MY MIND.
I REMEMBER WHEN YOU DIED.
AND HOW YOU HAD SUCH BEAUTIFUL EYES
YOU MAY NOT BE ALIVE, BUT YOU’LL ALWAYS BE ALL MINE.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY.
YOUR ROOM IS RIGHT THIS WAY:
YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, IN MY BRAIN AND THOUGHTS YOU SHALL STAY
IN MY HEART AND SOUL YOU CAN PRAY
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN,
IN WONDERLAND.
dedicated to Thomas Foster.
i miss you dearly.
REST IN PEACE
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