White Rabbit

Young life in half-light;

Smoking guns in war-torn grey.

Glasses shimmer at quiet dinner;

My white rabbit ran away.

Atrocity built its home in me;

Made a nest inside my skull.

He's a liar, put to fire;

Words sharpened, never dull.

Grip the knife to take a life;

Panic when the noose has tightened.

Sweeten the thrill; your first kill;

Pluck of strings as their eyes whiten.

You're so terribly mad, it's sad;

Your red gloves are covered in sin.

Say it's to sate your hate,

But it's just to cover your skin.