a little here, a little there, a little everywhere..
leaves scatter in the mind chatter making mad hatters
pour dormouse tea. Wasted in a cheshire tree's, under the grinning mooncheese..
Without even a "if you please", you grovel on your knees, aftertaste of a power tease..
All you wanted is fear, drawing tears on the masks with eyes in knowing leer..
Lest you hear a whisper that you'll grow bigger, give in to "eat me!", now nothing fits her..
there's these voices in my head, mind-mangled choices into 'dead', another hoax to see in red..
But instead you say its against the world, but you just want your ego feathers curled..
Peacock eyes to hide the frailty of reality, mind-eyes blinded by closed vanity..
Open up and shut up.
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