Around my head the pendulum swings
Ticking, clashing swirling silently
Hundreds of clocks pass by the day
I listen and think with nothing to say
Trees lash out and scrape my face
Cuts are hidden beneath decorative lace
In a house falling and breaking apart
Old and decrepit; here the end starts
Rabbits can play and sing and dance
Their corpses sending a wondrous trance
In my tresses I play their game
Tag your it
Now what's my name?
Author notes
Alice in Wonderland
Inspiration? Or perversion?
A contest entry
- The Result Of Boredom: A "Whatever" Contest by Exodus.
525 points, ended January 25, 2008, 49 entries
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Comments
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Nice. I like it
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Hehe
Dead rabbits. xDD
But anyway...
Niiice.
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