The Other Side of Wonderland

Watch the way the words flow,
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.

Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.

Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.

Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.