In

Darkness and throbbing misses.
Red falls, while laying down, listless.

Away from this reality's heavy hands,
I would rather stay, in Alice's Wonderland.

With heavenly, feathery moods
and high filled, dark-lit balloons.

For no- damned good reason,
candles-
always, celebrating the season.

Winding passing days,
with never-ending,
exploding unbirthdays.

Forever broken clocks,
time perpetually
and willingly stops.