Tattoos

I have to come up with Alice lines for my Alice and wonderland sleeve so I’m going to write a series of poems this month to draw from need to find some dark inspiring music : cold play isn’t cutting it .... what is dark that really gets you under the soul .. hmmmmm 

Alice don’t lose your head 

It’s the glossy pages of magazines 

You live in . 

It’s the testimony of your switch blade heart that every one managed to want broken . 

You gave your fingers clutching old notes 

Filled with bottles and tears 

Where was every dream 

Where were those stars . 

The night was dressed in black 

She didn’t let them see her cry 

She was stronger than that . 

And you built me a castle made of empty promises and regrets 

As I write these pages on ashes 

You don’t remember her name . 

Alice she was beautiful . 

Not like the rest . 

She won wars 

He was the seine 

Unforeseen 

She was a captain 

Oh Alice . 

A memory in these pages 

No one understands 

She hears the piano playing in the distance . 

He said here is your heart back 

What is left . 

What is left ? 

Of a girl 

Made of roses . 

Stained lips . 

Written in news line 

And spread . 

As you toss the paper 

She wonders has he gone mad . 

She falls 

She isn’t breathing

Who will take her hand 

Oh Alice . 

Don’t worry 

It’s not the end .