I am your nightmare when the soul is out of position A dream within a dream now faced with submission. Turn the key into the hole, surprised or confusion? Either path leads you into a well of illusion The sound of laughter irks the skin. Look upon the hatter can you wear his grin? Smiles with defame, voice wretchedly crawls. He sits all high absent of soul. What road was he on that made him insane? Do I see my own reflection? From him can I gain? He calls onto me 'Step into the light.' I shudder with fear face now turning white He offers a game says if I lose I'll be maimed. If there's a happy ever after what price will I pay? 'Sit down' he murmurs. I approach and I listen. There are presently three cards and a fourth that is missing 'You must choose a high and a low, and the missing card can't be above or below' I picked up an ace followed by a king. ...
A collection by Patrick Smith