Alice

A Poem by Misanthea

There was this desperate man
With a small guitar, a worn out smile
A dull moon and a burning daylight
When I asked him what was wrong
"She broke, she left" he replied
"Into wonderland, she left" he told me.
He grieved and shrieked as he held on to his guitar
And kept singing about Alice as he stepped into the night.
Human bonds are, in the end, pathetic
And desperate
Just like the man.
Fighting against the truth is, in itself, useless after all.

Fighting against the truth is, in itself, useless after all.

© 2011 Misanthea

Author's Note

Journal entry.

Image source: http://danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/626906/alice_margatroid-bad_id-blonde_hair-blood-blue_eye

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Added on January 26, 2011
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Misanthea

Netherworld

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I am merely moving through life, trying to find a place where I may feel at ease. I like many different things that probably do not fit or match together. For one thing I really like music, and I l.. more..