Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: humankind at her feet

stared upon the clearest example of purity.

Because before we all realize, we’ll be falling down our own rabbit hole and

tic-toc, tic-toc.

Be trapped into our own wonderland. A tea party of subsistence, a celebration of our own misplaced sense of beauty and gore. All what you thought was beautiful is gross, all what you thought was gross is impervious.

Until I wake up and realize this is just a dream; I’ll stand here and watch them fall, because in the end,

You’re nothing but a pack of cards.