Wonderland has become bliss and when I look into the looking glass I see nothing but an empty soul.
A soul that is empty because of its incompetence and longing for a life and love.
Love that is dark.
Love that is thin.
We cry because we feel sad. I cry because it is the only source of drainage from my overflowing soul of love.
I am the one he needs but never wants.
Because his vision is darkened by his glasses.
-William J.K Black