Nightmare, or David in Wonderland

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.

I laughed at my fortune,

victory I'd sing

'Now now, tsk tsk'

The hatter wasn't bothered

'The third card is a six,

we're still missing the other!'

He removes his hat

and draws a card from his ear,

places it on the table

and a joker appears.

'Looks like I win!'

He never lost his grin.

The game was rigged,

I started to cringe

'I will make you a pawn

in the queens chess game'

He spoke unto me

evoking an ending so lame.

'Fine you bastard!!

I have no choice!!

Being far from my home

I struggle to find my voice.

If I am a pawn

in the queens chess game,

surely I'll meet others,

there's something to gain.

'Where is the board,

I'll play my part.

Which side am I on?

Does white not start?'

The hour approached,

a match was about to begin.

I stood on b2,

then I heard "Off with his head"

Death may occur

or I might rank up.

Depends on the players

and who wins this cup.

Seamless faces,

lost souls.

They had all wandered places

where the darkness tolls..

Now a game,

lives on the line,

I'll never be the same,

these masters of crime.

The match was brutal,

many pieces were gone,

I had yet to be moved

in the starting space of the pawn.

My ruler stood above

with blue majestic eyes.

How is chess so violent?

The facade of the wise..

Will I settle in eternity?

Move to the beyond?

My soul is shaking

in the hands of a blonde.

Then I was suddenly displaced,

a grim look on my face.

I had been executed

by the blunt of a mace.

Where am I now?

I can feel the rain

I seem to be falling

I am missing the pain..

I feel this question

inside of me,

the lines have blurred

but I no longer believe.

Will I ever stop falling?

Is there no way to win?

A game has ended,
when will a new one begin?