Alice Practice

Hi

Scars will heal soon

The dregs in us spent the earth down

Better than drowning in a burlap sack

I live. As Alice. I die.

Children shouldn't play with dead things

Foaming crows

Tear at their wings

Sad eyes cry crimson blood

Drop it it's dead

Wheels won't turn they won't turn the birdy's head

Sad eyes sad eyes like sharpened daggers

You'll never walk only stagger

Sad eyes quite cryptic

Bye