Tweedledee,Tweedledum,

Two Souls trapped in one.

Pretty as Alice, Mad like the Hatter.

Falling down,down,down the rabbit hole,

Slowly surrendering to the fall.

Thoughts growing curioser,ever so curioser,

Faintly the doormouse voice echos,

"Feed your head".

Smoke curls along my lips. With each

cloud exhaled the pain fades.

"Who are you?" asks the Hookah Smoking Catipillar.

The question perks my thoughts in

ways of spoken rhymes.

"Who in the world am I?

Now thats the great puzzle."

Coyly Slinks the cresent moon along the branches.

Feeling the haze of a stale smoke ring I mumble

"Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?"

Stunned into silence when I gained a respones.

"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."

purred the violet puff of feline. All feeling long past numb,codly retort,

"It doesn't matter to anyone."

The grinning fool shrugged

"Then why does it matter which way to go?"

Once again I'll say,

Pretty as Alice, Mad like the Hatter,

I am completely bonkers,mad,and totally insane...

and not in the best of ways. I'd be aware if I were you,

because I welcome you to my wonderland nightmare.