Wonderland

I wrote this for my two best friends and everyone else who has struggled or lost someone to addiction of drugs or alcohol.

It's not the monster himself
It's the feeling he brings you
His dark enchanting spell, and his icy embrace that draws you in
One line, two lines, three lines
One bowl, two bowls, three bowls
Stop.
Someone put an end to this.
Make me whole again.
Let me feel the warm caress of the sun against my skin
The cool wind rush against my face
What is this sleep you speak of?
In our dark world, sleep does not exist
Food is dirt in one's mouth
No amount of water can quench your undying thirst
And all sanity is lost...
You beg for a grip on reality but the hold he has is to tight
When you finally break free, run.
Run far, far away. Run as fast as you possibly can, and don't look back!
Not even for a second.
But beware, the farther you go the more he'll chase you.
His call to you grows louder and louder, "Come to me...Come to me...I'll love you...I'll make all the pain vanish...I'll keep you company through forever...
One choice... One mistake... Only one
And you promise an eternity together
Trapped by his spells, dark magic and tempting words
He'll grip tighter, chaining you in your own mind, to drown in your own emotions
You can sift through the ashes of what once was a mind of your own, only to find nothing, but faded memories and shattered feelings
There you'll sit... alone with only his comforts to drag you through each day
To suffer through broken feelings
To sooth the ache and pain deep within your tattered heart
That deathly pounding in your head
The violent tremors in your limbs
The horrid cravings in the pit of your stomach that twists your stomach into Keltic knots
"It all can be cured," he says.. "Just come to me, just give into me, just once more, it'll all be ok."
The more time you grow away from the monster
The faster you run back into his arms, begging for his love and affection
Each time growing more out of control, and struggling to find the brake to regain control
Almost as if the pedal had turned away from your foot, beginning the game of cat and mouse
Becoming more envious for the feeling of cold glass against your lips
For the rush of ecstasy speeding through your veins
For the burn in your lungs
For the thick haze barreling into your mind like a runaway train
With it... Without him you drown in your sorrows... In pain... In confusion.
The rare occasional hour of sleep being your only escape
Your only sweet serenity, in the never ending maze know as Crank..a.k.a
The Monster
But you'll drift to a new place of your own
A vast land of numbness
Where happiness can flourish and worries do not exist
Dreams of the good and beautiful in the world illuminate your mind
They dance and spin right before your eyes like a ballerina, mimicking her graceful sways and twirls
The amazement and relaxation overcomes your reality and cradles your weary mind
A world of imagination, that can't come to exist in reality will be just enough to hold onto life..
To not lose yourself in the darkness of your own mind
Here in your world the sky is blue and the sweet smell of fresh wild flowers flow into the air
Fluffy clouds like cotton candy lazily creep across the sky, and you're alone, where not even he can get to you
Where not even he can break you into reality
And the feeling is greater than any rush any dark creature of the mind could provide...
You're safe.
Nothing. Nobody. Not a thing ever imagined can hurt you, or break you.
You can rest in peace, knowing there is an end to your madness.
As short as it may be... There is an end.
You're in a world of your own, where worries fall to pieces and pain disintegrates at the drop of a hat.
A world you can make your very own. You can dream of dragonflies grazing across a crystal lake
Not a piece of glass passed around
Of hummingbirds sipping the nectar of flowers that paint the rolling hills
Not of your slow steady spiral into sickness
Of shade trees, hovering over the land sheltering it from the sun
Not your loved ones sheltering themselves from you
You can watch waves in a pond gently brush the shoreline
Not your fingertips brushing over a face that was once full of life
Your eyes of an angel, and lips like rose petals
A cotton white smile that could stop a room in their tracks
A stunning figure and bright, warm personality, all destroyed
All sacrificed for skin drained of color, hair like straw and every bone in your body for all to see
But there is a place, where you can once again feel alive.. You can once again feel beautiful in your own skin
Not fear your own reflection
This world is your own safe haven.. An escape from yourself
This world is the barrier between you and the monster..
It's a wall dividing peace from nightmare
Heaven from hell
Angel from demon
You from him
A place to call your own, and make unique and beautiful
A place where imagination and self expression can once again roam free
A place with no name
But you can call it..
Wonderland..

Author's Note

I've never done this before and I've rarely ever shown anyone my writing. I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts and opinions.

Reviews

[Tony]

Wow, Riveting work! It must feel good to get that out:)
Thank you for sharing your work here.

[Kristen Angelic]

Thank you! I was really nervous about this, but an old teacher of mine told me my "gift" should be shared. I'm glad that others can enjoy it as well!

[Tony]

You're welcome-- anytime:)

[Lexi Richard]

Really nice comparisons and imagery. I like the tone of this and the raw emotions that it conveys. Very saddening and dark, yet beautiful.

[Kristen Angelic]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate other's opinions on my writing.

[Lexi Richard]

You're welcome!