Alice Practice

(Hi)

Scars will heal soon
This dreg 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 turn the bird's head
Sad eyes, sad eyes like sharpened daggers
You'll never walk, only stagger
Sad eyes, quite cryptic, bye