I have a lot of time here in this cell.
I see you reaching out for me.
I open my eyes to stare idly at the dull brick walls of my cage.
Your face looms over mine.
Anger is better than guilt
The sanctuary wherein I can ignore the reality of my actions and revel in the destruction I expel.
Just as if I was there,
Why am I missing your eyes?
My eyes open again.
I keep drifting in and out of this semi comatose state.
I peer over at the bodies surrounding me.
He's gonna have his way that Cheshire, I often wonder if I should just embrace him for once.
Once again I'm back in an old movie of past tales.
Idle hands do the Devil's work.
I should just let him take me.
His grip tightens and he whispers sweet nothings into my ear
I can feel myself breaking and giving in to his demands.
Blood Blood Blood Blood.
That's all he ever wants. I can't remember a time Cheshire wasn't with me.
One cannot exist without the other.
The gripping claws around my throat loosen.
My hand reaches out for you.
And there's blood seeping through the remnants of that mirror.
All I'm left with is a tattered jigsaw puzzle. I frantically try to put the pieces back where they go.
I just wanna see you again.
I realize the blood coating everything is mine.
Your skin pale.
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