I used to dream
as a child,
Of weather warm and summers mild.
The older I got the more twisted my dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems.
I feel like Alice fell down the rabbit hole,
Curious things I will never know.
See the crescent moon of the Cheshire cats smile,
Hear the mad hatter from over a mile.
"Change places" he shouts and I do,
Wondering if I can't escape too.
Into the madness of the latest nightmare,
If you would like to know I am willing to share.
I feel ambivalence and pain,
I beg to feel it all over again.
See a man in chains and blood,
Waiting to feel the familiar flood.
Hearing the crack of the whip I can only grin.
As I think how wonderful it feels to sin.