Oases of a dementia,
The corruption,
Of this loss, I'm dying,
Can't you cure me?
No, don't come close,
I'll kill you,
With my mental dilemma.

Fractured sparrows are flying through my mind,
I catch one,
And it dies,
I never wanted to hurt it,
But, my touch brings forth curse.

I was in the Garden of Eden yesterday,
And, as I walked throughout the blossoms,
They all turned swiftly to ash.
The Tree of Life spoke out to me with its serpent tongue,
"Don't bother with the fruit," the asp hissed.
"For you are already condemned."
I swear I wasn't going to touch it,
But, it said "condemned",
Condemned.

And now, I realize so many truths at once of this world,
This cursed, fractured place of evils,
They all say and talk of Hell,
Hell and it's fiery lakes,
They tell me horror stories of how I will dwell there in the end,
But, now I know that they are lies,
For Hell is here,
And here is where I shall die of torturous punishment.

I tried to tell them all that I was sorry,
So sorry, for all of the poisons and toxins that I've consumed in this lifetime,
But, they all took me for granted,
Saying my mouth was a breeding ground of lies and blasphemy,
Maybe they were right as far as that goes,
But, I really was sorry,
And I swear that I wasn't lying.

So, I walked back to Eden,
Which now dwelled in ashes and burning embers,
Here is where I sat, contemplating this fragile existence of humanity,
When Lilith came to me, and took my hand,
"Sweet child," she whispered,
"I understand thee."
So, I walked with her to the real Hell,
And here is where I found my home,
Amongst the misunderstood and fractured souls.

The lakes of fire were lies,
Only here was comfort for the condemned and hated,
And here was where I found love.

She reached out to me, and kissed my fingertips,
I took her in my arms and cried,
Cried all onto her,
And she consoled and wept with me,
For now, I was finally understood for the difference.

Then, I woke up,
And I was back in my bed,
Weeping for the dream that was all too real of a made-up fantasy,
My mother called for me in the next room,
And I soaked it all in,
Everything from this adventure in this Wonderland that I may never return to.

So, I went about my day, dwelling in silence,
Listening to the heresy people created,
And I sighed for them, and all of their naivety,
Praying that one day that they would have my dream,
And venture to the beyond as I did,
And hope that it rationed their minds.

As I journeyed home that day,
The same sparrow sang a song to me,
It forgave me for the pain that I caused it,
And, I could finally rest,
Knowing that my mistake had been forgiven,
If only that one.

If we could all go to Wonderland, just once,
I believe that our minds would all be corrected of it's dogmatic believes,
And that all of us could rest inside,
Knowing that such a place existed.

However, such a thing could never happen,
For that would destroy humanity for what it is,
And we would cease to exist.
But, maybe, just maybe, that would be better,
Maybe, just maybe, it would be better.