I claim the title of shadow-dweller,

  Where children's screams ripple and shatter—

  What would you murmur, my silent companion?

  And if I admit to being scorched flesh,

  Igniting the flames in your nightly ritual—

  Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

  What path would you tread, then?

  These thoughts swirl like smoke rings,

  A dance of madness, a storm unyielding—

  Yet these voices guard my fractured psyche.

  I wonder when my elusive white rabbit will emerge,

  Guiding me down the rabbit hole, twisted and enigmatic—

  But remember this: no Mad Hatter is madder than I.