Ghost & Gods OF My Name

going down a rabbit hole

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

(where my madness lives)

Step back, my dear—

don’t tempt my mind;

the rabbit hole

is not kind.

It’s where I go

when truth turns cold,

when rage and wisdom

both unfold.

It’s where I lose

the softer part—

the calm that hides

beneath my heart.

It’s where my storms

begin to grow,

where I go wild—

and down I go.

Down the rabbit hole,

I’m not the same;

I play your game

and beat your game.

I twist your lies

to threads of fire,

I break the masks

that thieves admire.

Wonderland becomes

my stage—

a place to bleed,

a place for rage.

A realm where sane

and fractured meet,

where shadows grin

and truth grows teeth.

The Queen of Hearts

tried claiming me—

I slit her throne

from spine to knee.

She screamed her law,

I broke her rule—

I am the chaos

they can’t school.

The Hatter thought

he’d twist my brain,

feed me riddles,

fog and pain.

But I out-crazed

his every trick—

I burned his hat

to ash and brick.

He learned too late

what madness means—

I sharpen storms

behind the scenes.

The Cheshire Cat

with smile obscene

slipped between

the might-have-been.

He tried to lure me

off my soul—

I dragged him down

my rabbit hole.

His grin dissolved,

his whispers froze—

I wear the truth

he should’ve chose.

The Rabbits ran—

they always do.

They sense the shift,

they smell the brew.

They know my calm

won’t stay intact—

they flee before

I counteract.

Their trembling paws

betray their fear—

my rabbit hole

is never near.

See, when I fall,

I fall with style;

I lose myself

for half a mile.

But in that drop,

I gain my fire—

my darker self,

my true desire.

It’s where I go

to stitch my scars,

to argue fate,

to fight the stars.

It’s where I tear

illusions clean,

reveal the rot

beneath the sheen.

So understand

what falling means:

I shed the soft,

I melt the seams.

I rise in rage,

I breathe in smoke—

I am the storm

behind the cloak.

If I go down,

don’t tempt my fall—

I’ll break your pride,

I’ll scorch it all.

I’ll twist your truths

to fractured coal,

then drag you through

my rabbit hole.

So mark my name,

respect its toll—

you don’t survive

what I control.

For when I drop,

I lose control…

That’s when you meet

my darker soul—

When I Go Down

the Rabbit Hole.