Wonderland (Oh Well..)

She denies her spirit while dancing to the colorful blinding lights of bliss,
Running in circles while tone death, intoxicated and coltish,
A million sardonic screams converge into what is now her personality,
So nubile and yet she's built herself an asylum odyssey,
A world, a circus, a run down wonderland of desperation,
Where she forever waits on her Czar or Mikado to save her..  
 
She's lived to copulate and please,
Worships pills and needles to feel free,
Whatever she needs to do to shoot the breeze,
Her mind is tantric, wild and aimless, a terrible place,
Filled with killer clowns, monsters and everything with bad taste..  
 
She does not realize it's a mental disease,
Hidden somewhere in her there's a constant fight to avoid her anxieties,
Masked by the false belief that someone can save her,
A savior that will never arrive in her distorted reality, her made up fantasy...Oh well..
 
She walks listless and lifeless with no destination,
She no longer enjoys her hallucinations,
She's realized it was just an interpretation,
Now she's trapped in her self created nightmare of hyperventilation,