The cracks are starting slowly,
But they have been growing deeper
Like fissures of destructive fire
Searing away any hope of a normal life for a marionette.
The pain is growing stronger,
Digging away at flesh and bone,
Pulling already fragile pieces apart
Until there is nothing left to the doll.
Alice's madness is slowly returning,
And this Ace of Hearts is turning black.
Wonderland is falling apart petal by petal
But turning back means being eaten alive by the past.
The finish of the game will be worth it,
It must be the focus if anyone is to win here.
There isn't long now; its getting harder,
And that guarantees the end is near.
So as the wood splinters to pieces,
As the mind retreats within itself,
Remember that its almost over,
The impossible is possible together
if we don't crack together first.