Wonderland Gone Mad

I tripped and I fell, it didn’t take much,
Now I am falling down somewhere I’ve never been before.
I hope that I will reach the end safely.
I hope that I will return unchanged.

As life passes by, I remain here and try to conceal myself
From the world outside, not wanting it to touch me,
To change me or the life I’ve kept protected in my cocoon.
Knowing that once it does, my very existence would be defiled
And warped beyond repair, and I would not be able to stop it.
Maybe it will pass me, and I will escape untouched and safe,
My sanity intact and my life free from pain.
But who or what can flee from the torture of this world.
For even the blind hears the cries of anguish and the deaf sees the faces filled with terror,
And not even a little caterpillar can escape its unmerciful destiny.
My shelter from the world is weak, and I know that soon like a butterfly,
I must break free and endure the life beyond
Not knowing how far I may fly before I fall.

I tripped and I fell, but in reality I was pushed.
Now I am falling down to the same place I’ve been before.
But its just one quick trip, I’ll be back soon.
This will be my last trip there and I’ll make it out again.

We all decided to leave school; it isn’t like we’re learning anything.
So we go to the park, the place where we’ve lost our innocence long ago.
Then one of the others pulls them out, and we begin the game.
It’s a game of chance, one that we’ve played before.
A game in which you can rise to the top, or fall into darkness.
We sit here, dealing out our destiny like playing cards,
Dealing out the aces and the diamonds that will eventually kill us,
All hoping for that winning hand that will transcend us to a better, carefree life.
And as I wait for my chance to tempt fate,
My friend passes them to me, and I take them, thinking, knowing,
That my friend would never deal me a losing hand,
That he would never let me fall on purpose.
But in this game, there are no friends,
No promises of a safe return from the hell we’ve sent ourselves to.
There is no way of turning back the hands of time,
To the day before we sold our souls for a moment of happiness.
And now I begin to fall, finally realizing that my "friend” has dealt me a bad hand.
I wish that I had never played this high-risk game.

I tripped and I fell, and now the falling seems so natural to me.
And I’m falling to a place that I have grown to know,
This place of chaos and pain.
Maybe I’ll stay for a little bit longer, I’m not scared anymore,
Just as long as I can find my way back to the surface again.

We sit in my room, just my friend and I,
Drinking our sanity away in one plastic teacup,
Drinking away our hopes, our dreams, our lives.
We’ve ceased to care about consequences; about the people we are disappointing,
Not thinking about the people we hurt now or the people we kill later.
Our minds are set on destruction; we have fallen deep into the hole,
Knowing that’s there’s no way back to the world we know, no salvation.
So we sit at our party, laughing, accepting our fates,
Like the Hatter and the Hare, in our own little world
Where not even the Queen can invade.
She, who once ruled our way of life and suppressed with fear, can no longer touch us,
For we have already we have already broken loose from her grasp.
She sits here, begging,
Her pleas falling upon the ears of those too far down the hole
To hear the voices of reason from above.
And as we kill her, killing all that we once knew, killing order and peace and hope,
We rejoice and we sing, “The Queen is dead! the Queen is dead!”
And those who have once known us and even love us shudder and turn their backs
No longer holding out their hands, no longer trying to help us out of the darkness,
For we have reached the bottom, and now we are forever damned.

I tripped and I fell, but the fall is short.
I see the place I have condemned myself to,
The place where right is wrong, wrong is right, and purity no longer lives.
I look up and try to get out of the hole, fearing this strange place.
But there is no way out, there never was one,
There never was.