Cheshire Cats in Never Land

Promises are burning
in the empty, hollow street.
Like snow, they are now trampled,
by a hundred heavy feet.

Apologies are dripping down the roses;
you can count them, one to ten.
The lights grow dark as you sit here, waiting...
waiting for the world to begin again.

Your mind is playing tricks on you,
can't you taste the blood upon your tongue?
The reason you feel so alone,
is because out burned the sun.

The world is growing darker,
progressing in a backwards way.
The streets are getting narrower
as the ghosts come out to play.

Try to shove it all behind you,
but it's a game like Never Land.
Did you know the Cheshire Cat
loves to play with Peter Pan?

Everything is falling,
it makes not a single sound.
The streets are narrow and they're calling,
but no one is around.

Seems like nothing here is perfect,
not in this dirty, dingy place.
Can you see how fast we've fallen?
Like these tears upon my face.

The world, it is now closing.
It's trapped in a little box.
Time heals and breaks open every wound,
damn the cursed clocks.

Welcome to forever,
where the emptiness abounds.
Welcome to your torture,
no lights and not a single sound.