Alice’s Place
When
addiction’s your game the affliction’s sane
That
driving force when your mind screams no!
The urge
from within that screams craving
Ironic’s
the optimism from the promise of tomorrow
I will
today but won’t the next
Evil’s
the reality for its always today
You know
the cure that’ll make you pure
But it’s
THAT mind brake stopping you
To
overcome requires that The Light touches your soul
And then
usually you’ll turn it to wreckage
Once more
you’ll see the triggers that never relent
Again I
turn to my torment
Tortured
souls feel emotion’s extremes
Reaching
heights or depths that become art
Hear
their screams in strings, pictures or words
Normality
can never be for those who love White Rabbit
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