• Down the dark tunnel I twirl,
    spinning and spinning,
    in circles I whirl,
    hoping to find a new beginning.

    I know once I wake up,
    it will all have been a dream,
    I don't want to come back, though,
    living in the world's in between.

    "What are you doing?" the bloody rabbit shall ask,
    "Finding myself, for that is my task,"
    I'll take the creature's hand, letting my journey begin,
    hoping that I'll be different after it ends.

    No matter what it seems,
    my life consists of nightmares, rather than dreams,
    I live in a sadistic wonderland,
    for your safety, dear, please remember this.

    I am a lucid dreamer,
    whose name is Alice.