tillyandmisty

11/7/1984 - It happened, rabbit said I needn’t have visited so often, and now it happened, two years later, I tug at my favorite strands of hair, you know, the ones that always escape my headband, as I write. So here I am, and now without parents, you’d think the solitude would feel good, but no, it hurts like hell. Hell, what a strange word, so much power, yet so pointless, a bit like being without parents. I need to keep writing, I can’t fall asleep, I mustn’t go to Wonderland, and I swear I’m hearing voices. They curdle my blood, as the other kids at the Asylum scream. Isn’t this place for nutters, not idiot

As the ballroom sways I look, you, smiling at me. The dizziness is swarming over me, my body’s taken over, the blood on my hands, its yours. The monster you’ve turned me into, the devil and the witch. The cuts and bruises across your skin. The ballroom sways and so do I, as I watch my lover ‘bout to die, My claws I own, the weapon of time, he falls lower, I whisper “bye-bye” I growl at the police, as they chain me down, my body turning, swaying at the ballroom, my innocence escaped, I am now a monster. His death helped me… I now live a lie…. Like a monster? Or a saint in disguise? As I leave, the peop