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MasDom -> Wonderland explained -Warning-violent- (2/11/2008 10:58:51 PM)
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-This is just an offload. Its very off, and violent, but holds a lot of meaning... Less be be afraid to be honest, it is a darker cry from within. But more just a story i,ll work on in time.Tell me what you think, or understand from it, remembering to read between the lines.-
Yesterdays attack, todays terror, and uneasy bliss.
Written by K.C.K 2008 T/OH...
As the ******* faces filled my head, it was like some warning or alarm.
God damn ******* always using people, and taking fame as if they filled a need.
All they really ever are, is the lie finally trying to take you...
Hiding what truths would have woke you out of that
uneasy wonderland full of loneliness and deceit.
Instead trying to promise dear Alice that she can be one of the confused characters
Who only find a resolve becoming part of the madness.
Never to leave wonderland, and never to find that mirror door back out.
To never wake from a coma that consumes her days.
God how I wish to go through wonderland with a shot gun hunting down the maniacs.
The red queen, a liar who only seeks facade to over come her bull**** existence.
Just another blow hard, who no one would like less she put that crown on her head.
The child she has turned herself in coming from the overwhelming
self doubt she has for herself, forcing her to try and get her way less she faces it.
Just like every character afraid to really gaze into the mirror, and see there true self.
Blam.....Just another name that fades with time.
Never to have really made a difference, or served life in any way to be remembered.
In the end earning what she gave herself.....Nothingness...
Something that had consumed her from the inside, and like all Dominants who never kept some aspect of life real...Unwanted as time takes its toll.
Instead the march hair dancing on her grave laughing wild...
Twiddle dumb, and twiddle Dee, rather to loose themselves in madness, and ignorance instead of face their trouble.
Both dieing from the character portrayal of fucking morons.
Blam...Blam....to stupid to even run from the shot gun blast.
Never to have touched a soul, or really lived, they all die as empty hollow things.
Like empty clay pots shattered and left to turn to dust.
And me left the only one bleeding inside for Alice, and her life.
Killing the dream so she may wake...
******* rapist catipillar...
Stoning people into confusion because no one really wants him.
To much of a needful pompous ***, his calm facade just a way to sucker people into
being used as he betrays there will with his huka full of dreams and false reality.
Obviously not the only one to use a disconnection in this place.
Blame....Just another hollow smoking corpse.
Only to now realize he was dead oh so long ago...
God I ******* hate them all.
This poor girl left to suffer these ***holes who had already given up.
Just trying to make her give up to...
Live for me Alice, open your eyes.
This place is hollow, and full of poison..
Please little one open your eyes.
They never want you to even know enough to wounder in wounder land.
Keeping you running about, experiencing everything but the truth..
Wake up.....
******* little stoned mouse.
Never living a day of its life, past a dull sense of being..
I put my pipe to the little clay pot thats become its whole world.
trapped in its room, no one to ever even know if its alive or dead.
Blam......Now well never know,like it ever mattered..
It would have died there any ways..
Dragging others to there own little worlds as they disconnect.
Fall asleep, and rest away there days, just as dead as everything here.
I now hunt down the god damn flamingo's, and all the weird **** in this forest.
****** little tiger Lillie's just rooted there looking pretty.
Begging for the light past the dense forest.
I find it amusing as all I had to do to kill them was pull of a petal.
They just give up and fall apart, rotting into the dirt they believed they would be.
Never realizing that it wasn't over for something so simple..
Ignorant little pansies....No value on life and its own beauty.
I get tired of there ignorance and blast them away.....Blam....
Amused only once again by their petals falling like the driven snow.
Though I doubt if they were ever so pure...
Fucking stupid little things.
so silly and nieve...Never could have run if they even wanted to.
Stuck in some sense of self glory...
I quickly turn to meet the walking pair of glasses.
Oddly I had to think for awhile since it kept trying to buddy up to me.
Pointing out the other figments like a hunting dog to its master.
After a quick glance deeper I blasted the stupid little thing.
Blam....its happy facade was so every one would accept it.
I hate that pathetic bull****, because under neath its still a part of wounder land.
Just another dick trying to keep poor Alice here at the cost of her existence.
Leading her around not so much like the loyal pet it seemed, more like a manipulative
rat leading her down to the next phase of this bull****.
Only leading her deeper and deeper into the forest so others could play.
And if it could I bet it would have had its own way if not so pathetic.
Finding its own way past this to just **** her more....
Little piece of ****....Blam.....Just to disfigure the corpse...
Looking up a see a smile on the Cheshire cat...
Like any submissive who tells others this is happiness.
Or a drug dealer about to sell you more death in a promise of happiness.
The smile makes me uneasy, because I was watching as this **** went on.
Like every one else, its obvious why he's here.
And for its rhymes and sweet ways of telling you whats, what.
It wouldn't even be here if it really ****** new....
Blam...Blam...Blam..Blam....
"You ignorant mother ******"......
Just shut up and die....
Your existence is fused with wonderland.
And even that is poison to her innocent lost mind...
You over famed ******...
When were you ever more then just a ****** figment lost here?...
Coming out of the forest I meat the unicorn, and the lion.
Still bitching about that mother ****** piece of the pie..
I kill them just to finally shut them the **** up....Blam...
The Unicorn looks happy he finally has the whole pie to himself...
Blam......Least you got your pie you ***** idiot...
As its hand still desperately reaches for the pie, its ****** pathetic as
it could have been clutching the wound, trying to keep the blood from spilling out.
Looks like it could have survived if it had made itself a tourniquet from the lions cloths.
But rather it keeps reaching for the pie, not even getting what foods for.
What its own blood was worth...
******* pathetic.....
If all for a name of fame.
As fleeting as the glamor, as the dust covers the stage.
All theaters, and stages closed with the falling of the sand.
Costumes grow old, and worn.
Tossed when tattered, and used to exhaustion.
Only in heart if ever to live, Fade to black shadow of the past.
And let only worth, and the voices echo's remain.
Fade like a parchment left to an uneasy writer.
Words never read...Only lost to the trash bin...
Unicorn, and Lion...
With out grace,just two actors in the world with out reason for being upon the stage.
Now just corpses, who left the world starve around them, while they fought over possibly the only piece of real food around.
Walking now down to the fat ******walrus, and the carpenter.
I shot them both in the guts..
Blam...Blam....
The corpses of the ousters falling out mutilated,
And showing what its really like to be eaten
Just as dead, as these two liars and theives...
Never to know what there lives had to offer, now just remains.
the shells left picked clean drying in the hot sun upon the rocks.
If not to wake, I wounder what fate Alice would herself have hear as well.
Passing the ominous shells, I move on to finish this ******* hollow hell off...
The mad hatter...And march hair....
I offer them to join me, and of course they do..
Helping me kill off all the pawn cards in the rose garden...
Blam...Blam...Blam...Blam...I find myself enjoying the shattered remains falling
back to earth, as I show them reality with a point of veiw...
Be it the cross hairs of the barrel, and a bit of buckshot..
Just as dead, these mindless **** of course just keep walking into it.
So i,m just finishing off their pointless existence.
Rather them finishing off another soul like Alice, or all the other people
the Queen must have beheaded...
However at the end of me playing through the rose garden.
I turn back to the hatter, and hair.
Blam.....Blam.....
I wouldn't have trusted them at my side for long.
They turn on every one here, and hold no ties.
Trying to equal their power with even the queen herself.
The next mad King, and his ***** cohort...
In wonderland for their greed, and manipulation.
Now just passing memories like I know all this will be.
Since all dies......All die, and no lies can change it for what lays beyond them..
It would have been as if the march hair, and Mad hatter decided to keep saying
their not really dieing, hoping wounder land would restore them.
Figments asking a bigger figment to save them...
Only they die....Cause it couldn't really...
"Laughs"... ****** sad really.
No lets see, whats left to kill?...
What other type of liar, or lie can I kill before the emptiness of Alice's sleep
breaks to the light of the real world...
Even that a part of this wounder land,
and hopefully the last thing for her to over come.
Of course i,ve been there before, and damn if its not the most uneasy.
Maybe thats how wonderland came to exist in the first place..
From the fear of a darkness your never really trapped in..
Like a child who needs the light still on at night.
I guess it has to be over whelming at times.
But even a child in coma has years to wake.
Years to threat, but still years to wake...Always hope..
I spent a few of the mat her side, Hopeing some how my words floated in.
That some how she herd me telling her its going to be ok...
But seeing this place, those words must have felt so distant even if she could.
This place is the ball you curl up into...
But a ball so tight you clutch the blood rite out of your limbs.
Finding only later you cant figure out why its so hard to stand.
And if only to wait through the horrid pain of it rushing back you would.
But of course you clutch back up,
Just because the same pressure makes the pain go away.
Not realizing your just making it worse, until your limbs start to rot.
Some times all you need is some one to pull you out of it for awhile.
Hold you there and show you its going to be OK.
Even if it hurts so bad...
Leave you spread out, and out in the open so it all works again.
Ah, who is this?
This is me?.....
I clutch my shot gun, and its forwards brutality.
Least knowing while it serves life, it was never an implement of death...
Rite now it only serves the only one of us who really had a life at all.
Alice I do this for me, as much as I do it for you..
Coming down to the hoards of fake characters I start pumping away...
Fuck who they are, and whats there reason...
If not some little bite that you can become bigger then you really are,
or something making you out to be small, and helpless.
Its all the same you see....
And it all has to die now.....
I laugh as it all makes sense....
Why this ****** place upsets me.....
Who all these worthless pieces of ****are, and choose to remain...
If their was at least one of them worth saving, you know I would..
But all there eyes are dead now...
And now there flesh follows...
Stupid empty things...
Even as I finish them to protect Alice, I wish I could have filled them back up.
Made them whole again, and who they really needed to be.
If it were that simple I wouldn't have brought so many shells.
But some times it just has to be this way.
Blunt and honest, like the point of a knife.
Those who feel helpless should be forced to face life, and given real answers.
Helped and loved as if never to be twisted by want, or idiocy.
But these liars, and falsehoods forsaken, and put in the place of those victims..
Left to rot away in there place....
To suffer wounder land alone, and lost....Not prey on the people who
should wake up, and never know that hell.
How it all got twisted up, I do understand though...
Its these people who seek to make it hollow with there venom.
And they were the only ones playing a game no one wins in the end.
Leaving us with what they force to exist.
If only to cut it all away, then never to cut our wrists,
as we find ourselves finally letting out a scream when we wake.
The cold swett only a reminder that it was a bad dream, and we didn't really like it.
And then our real days begin again.
Back into the light, sunshine.....
....No matter how distant it seemed...
I finish up, and sit upon a pile of rotting fecad....
Smelling like the **** it really is,
as if it all had been rotting and festering for an all time.
I vomit up with force...
I realize this pile of sickness for what it is..
And start to fear it as if it would bring me death, and suffering.
Wonderland now finally appearing as it really is.
The roses red dripping with blood, and plants dwindling, turning black.
Thorns growing thick and sharp, vines gnarling the world around me.
Finally comes the last beast...
That figment of fear, and death..
Helplessness, and emptiness itself, the threat of loneliness.
The bogyman himself...
Just the last thing trying to keep her in the dream, and behind the mirror.
As if it was the only place to hide less she faced this finality...
Hopeing shed rather not, its only real defense...
I hold it back as Alice chooses to run through the mirror.
Funny, she beacons me as her sense of life and care had always made sense.
But some of us cant always find our way out.
I look at her and smile hopeing she could live on, understanding that
I at least went out showing as much care for life deep inside.
As the roots, and vines of wonderland creep up my legs and back.
I can feel it as my flesh is rotting, turning to ash.
I take my empty shot gun, and prepare to break the mirror.
Hopeing no one else will ever have to suffer these *******lies..
Making it that much easier for them to have a chance in the real world.
A place hard enough as it is...
This place only that infection you get in a wound that heals.
the one that gives you blood poisoning, and wants you dead.
Just as I was about to swing her little arm reached in
past the snarling fangs of her worst fear.
The thorns cutting her flesh to the bone, she pulls me out to her.
Takes up the shot gun, and swings for herself...
Shattering the mirror, and leaving wonderland reeling in the abyss it offered her.
Stepping on the broken shattered pieces frantically, hoping it was never to return.
Using the gun to turn it all to dust...
Just as she finishes that ******* white rabbit shows up...
I was just about to pull out a vine from my arm and garret the stupid **** sucker.
But just as I rose Alice knocked his *** the **** out, and bludgeoned its little white ***.
Painting him red like those stupid roses....
I laugh, and take her into my arms.
And as I tell her its going to be OK now, I just realize that for myself..
Even still she asks if what she did was OK.
I just tell her, hey look it never wasn't..
Thats life....
And we crawl out of that hole together...
Both to wake up in the hospital, both in a cold swett.
ready to finally start finish healing...
My last words to Alice that day being.
Next time you see a white rabbit running off, don't follow them down the hole.
The chase wasn't worth it, for what it promises...
Its just a hole that leads to deeper holes.
Better to just go on with your life, and stay in the sun were its warm.
In real life we had to dig you out...
You almost died, but you just wouldn't give up...
I,m glad, because there are better days yet to come little one.
Better days..
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