Sanity is Irrelevant

Mirror, Mirror... I feel as if I've stepped through Alice's cracked mirror into a warped reality beyond anything even she could have dreamed... But if I'm the mirror, I'm the fairest, and reality is cracked, but so am I? From whence did this poisoned wormy apple come? From the tree? From the witch? I'll be cast out and told to die, thrown into an eternal sleep from which there is no Prince to wake me...

God will cry tears of rain, and his sobs will be as thunder. My confusion can be but a drop in the ocean of his pain but what matters it? I do not believe in him as he, in his wrath and jealousy, would have me cower before him and no other. Cain's sin was not the murder of his brother, for it was done in love, but the sin was in originality... in initiating action which God did not foresee perhaps... Else, why such harsh judgment? To curse our original father with the blessing that brought us about to be cursed by our own realities?

Tic Tock as the crocodile comes for another taste of that pirate who's hand the boy hero had thrown into the sea in his malice against the man who would rule him, having abandoned the family, who would have loved him, because of his own selfish fears of puberty and adulthood. Had he only loved Alice instead of the frigid Wendy all would have been light, but as darkness fell the boys were lost. Santa got up from a nice supper of roast Easter rabbit and tripped on the marbles, falling into the glass mirror which shattered amid screams of anguish at the unfairness of the Fates' having cut his string so short. Does the mirror cry as we smash it because the alarm goes off to wake the dead child who dreams only of schools of fish?

I'm lost, wandering barefoot through a hall of shattered mirrors and I can hear the shards scream as they pierce my flesh yet I wonder now if it was a scream of pain, or a scream of joy. For now they've tasted our pain and they see that you've become as cracked as they have and in you they find comfort. They understand that you will cry tears of blood as you pluck them from your tender flesh and they believe that it is they that you shall mourn, and not your own lost humanity. The walls, watching and reading your thoughts smile, because they have ears.

They heard Laura's last cries and they know that they will stay standing long after her killer's bones have turned to ashes in a termite infested coffin. But if only they knew.. if only you knew.. but what would we do if we knew the truth? Would the walrus cry into his empty plate long after the innocent clams have been slaughtered? Or will the satanic clown with the glowing green eyes triumph over the turtle because he smiles as he eats of his own flesh?

There must be some end in sight before the sun rises. But as the ocean stretches on beyond the horizon in each direction we float on this endless sea crying out to Poseidon for mercy as he impales our wriggling corpses, leaving behind a deflated lifeboat as testament that we have been taken down into the sea. He plants us in the center of ruined Atlantis and the Kraken opens his eye as Leviathan begins to laugh until the sea boils while the Horsemen ride in on their shiny black motorcycles. Death never removes his helmet but only speaks in his hollow invasive voice that the end is come, but still we cry that we do not understand. So he laughs and War raises her saber proclaiming that the time for understanding is past as the fish come piling down and only one small child realizes the full horror of it. For we never could understand, you know.. it is to much to bear, and its too late to ask for second chances because it's over and we just haven’t realized it yet.

None of it really matters you see, because this is all part of my Nightmare, and I'll never wake up in time to save you.