Satan's Down the Rabbit Hole.

Fog and silence.

The clock ticks in the corner

I sit in my room with a cigarette dangling from my lips.
Lonely I lay on my empty bed.
Cold January nights got me fucked up.

Come out, come out

Miss Molly,
Wherever you are.

I'm still here.
Won't leave this room.

Miss Molly,
Where are you?

Cigarette is burning through.
I put it out in the ash tray,
That has never been emptied.

Tick. Tick.

Jack, Have you seen Miss Molly?

Mr. Jack tells me she's gone at the moment.

I begin to grow upset.
Anxious.

Mr Jack wants me to smile.

He gives me a kiss.



And it burns.

Heat is sent through my entire body.
I'm on fire.

Jack kisses me more.

Tick. Tick.

Oh I'm in hell,
Once more,
Once again.

He keeps kissing me.

Tick. Tick.

Hell is my home.
Hell is my Wonderland.

Tell me Alice.

Does your Wonderland fuck you up,
From the inside out?

Does it burn excruciating holes in your lungs?

Does it make your nose bleed?

Does it break those beautiful bones?

How about tear your gorgeous blue eyes?

Can it twist and stab the lobes of your brain?

Does it constantly fuck you,
Till there's not a drop of blood left,
In your Playboy body?

Fuck your Looking Glass.
Satan's down the Rabbit Hole.

Mr. Jack sits down for tea.




Drink up.