Wishing to fall into a another world,
she lays her ebony locks into the steaming water, as her mind begins to twirl.
Sometimes she dreams her way out of the mudane
Sometimes that is what she needs to stay sane.
The corpse she feels she carries around is nothing but an empty skin
Her hollowness speaks inside of her, but everyone else sees her in the win.
Only when she enters the steam can she begin to unwind.
Like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, beyond the vine.
Only the knife and tepid water can make this wonderful beauty unfurl
The escape into a darker reality only makes her toes curl.
Does this girl need to be bound by reality's chain?
She feels as if she is truly an Alice, who is outside of her own brain.
Can she be lovely in the reality that was created for her, or is it a sin?
Each and every day, she lives outside of the reality and becomes comfortable in her own skin.
