You can’t see me.
Watch me disappear.
I’m Alice through the looking glass;
The skinny model painted black.
I’m gone.
Goodbye.
I’ll see you all again.
You’ll see me in the wind.
You’ll see me as I pin inside
The fear,
The rot,
The skull feeding sot.
Tonight,
I’m gone.
Underground and over-bound.
Too big.
Too small.
Depending on how you can fall.
For once
I see
The voices running inside of me.
And I
Can tell
You don’t know where to take my spell.
But yes,
You see,
It’s all over finally for me.