Madness In The Land Behind The Mirror (part 3)

My first Verse-like story. Inspiration initially from Alice Madness Returns AND The Original Alice Books(I'm a teeny bit obsessed with Alice at the moment). Reference from some of my own creations such as *My Candyland*

THE THIRD SHARD

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White chocolate balls as deadly as maces,
Candycane hooks so tall,
Rock sugar catapults on their way,
The devious locals had bared them all.

"I mean no harm!" I cried in despair,
"Cease and desist, please do!
I don't want to be killed, this isn't for real!
This definitely can't be true!"

Panting and puffing,
I then looked back,
They're stubby little legs,
Couldn't move so fast.

Something so peculiar,
I stooped down to see,
A swarm of dead flies,
All beneath a sugar lily.

"Don't touch! My dear Alice.",
A voice seemed to say,
"That poisonous beauty,
Is here to stay."

Poisoned beauties,
They stood all around,
"Everything's a danger!..."
I said while spellbound.

I took a few steps backward,
Thinking of how to escape,
But I fell right into a trap,
A liquorice one at that.

The ropes were strong,
The ropes were red,
The ropes were sticky,
Making them hard to tear.

I hung from a cotton candy tree,
Immobile and scared,
The locals soon found me,
And took me to his lair.

Strange machines lay left and right,
Freezing cold steel had blocked out light,
Behind me dragged my heavy feet,
My screams of fear did I keep.

Through clear sugar glass,
I then looked down,
The lowest floor consisted of the cellar,
In an ocean of syrup, could I drown.

Door after door,
We passed in the hall,
Now a thousand stories high,
Thats a long way to fall.

The gingerbread doors,
We passed in the hall,
Rattled and shook,
So "very" strong were those walls.

For the doors crumbled,
Into fine dust,
With each push from inside,
Manifested from bloodlust.

Up and up,
The stairs we climbed,
Into the sky,
Where the clouds never cried.

And on the ledge,
Was where he stood,
The psycho, the maniac,
The creator of cannibal food.

His mouth, lined with stitches,
Began to curve up,
"A new ingredient to experiment with?
Into the dump!"

"What? Wait! NO!"
Thats all i managed to say,
Before a huge purple snake,
Came to carry me away.

I was so close,
To that monstrous thing,
I could see the syrup pumping,
Through its veins.

The Candyman remained seated,
Looked around and paused,
The straitjacket he wore,
Showed how mad he truly was.

"A special delivery,
For the Black Queen herself,
A treat for her highness!
To show that she's nothing,
Regardless of wealth!"

On The Fence With A Smile

Courage and cowardice,
Giving up and strength,
Contradiction at its best,
While sitting on the fence.

Strong enough to let go,
Weak not to continue,
Brave to face the world,
Afraid to be the fool.

What to do,
What to do,
Human hearts,
Brave but few.

The world is cruel,
And so we fight,
But when face to face,
We choose flight.

Bravery and stupidity,
Safety and foolishness,
Should effort be wasted?
Or we be sent to the furnace?

Sloth is bad,
Passiveness is cowardly,
When left no choice,
To whom do we have loyalty?

To chance and hope,
To assurance and despair,
We can't choose both,
That wouldn't be fair.

Labels and looks,
Glares from all around,
No matter which we choose,
Rumors will always surround.

So much to worry,
So little we lived,
So blinded by our world,
Neglected was our greatest gift.

What to do next,
That's left on the list,
Or look up above,
And remember your wish.

To live happily,
With no regrets,
Nothing you'd change,
Every second your best.

Every morning's an extra,
Another present from God,
If its not valued,
Our story might reach its full stop.

Live like its you're best,
Enjoy while you can,
The wonders around you,
In this beautiful land.

So when the time comes,
You'd have your fill,
Not asking why or what if,
Or paying another bill.

Life is too short,
You've heard time and time again,
But it really is true,
It'll be too late to regret, then.

Done

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Let my sanity,
Rot and rust.

I'm done with the sadness,
I'm done with the pain,
Break my wounds open,
And summon the rains.

Eternal winter,
How sweet the sound,
Where pain is gone,
And memories bound.

Forgotten and dead,
Frozen and lost,
Our dearly departed,
Are now part of the frost.

When faith is gone,
And love is poison,
Reality kicks in,
And sends you back to prison.

The Floating World

Contradiction, so sweet its taste,
When self esteem is but a memory,
And your former self is left to waste.

The tormented soul leaves for the shadows,
Cloaked in familiarity and welcomed by the dark.

In a world where one doesn't need friends,
And you are your own person to hold or crush.

The floating world where nothing matters,
Where its useless to care about anything,
Anything that would eventually shatter.

Feelings of hope, trust, friends and family,
A hidden curse in its blessing,
The things that hurt us the deepest,
Where the numbed heart never stops bleeding.

Come with me to the floating world,
Where all is naught but dreams and shadows,
Where pain is beauty and beauty the breath of life.

No man is an island,
But could a mere mortal truly suffer THIS much?
THAT, they never did tell you, DID they?

Crying Skies

Thunder rumbled in the sky,
Heartsick heaven now starts to cry,
Tears of sorrow have reached the earth,
To breaths of life have they given birth.

Its blasphemy to make an angel cry,
They tear for the one's that died,
To those that had taken their own lives,
That suffered cuts and wounds made by lies.

Weapons don't hurt people,
We hurt ourselves,
Something humans don't understand,
Till they experience the fires in hell.

Its too late by then,
Tears and blood have gone to waste,
Memories and memorials are all that remains.

Statues of angels forever in mourning,
Celtic stone crosses buried in the ground,
Dead roses and such blow away with the wind,
In the bones of broken promises are we then bound.