Lunatic you say, as if I’d be insulted
Insult bears no injury, I grin a Cheshire smile
Smiling is my blessing. Smiling is my curse.
Cursing at my inky blackness, your power holds me captive
Captivating feminine, big and small like sweet, sweet Alice
Alice, alas, escaped a heartless Queen, her head and neck Atlas precious
Preciously perched with a penchant for mirth,
Caterpillars‘ smoke and mirrors too perfect
Perfection is your blessing. Perfection is your curse.
Cursed in phases, I grow and change, for the love of Selene, my nightly butterfly
Butterflies in mind, body, heart, soul flutters a love divine
The maddest of tea parties, I’ll throw you
Madness is our blessing. Madness is our curse.
Blessed I embrace you, no cursed fools
As I howl upon your pools
As I transform upon your beauty
As I become the true Queen of Hearts
(…or am I off with my own head?)