Hao

There are worlds where we dare not tread.
Most of them inside my head.
would you like to, like to climb
the twisting stair the turning stair
I've woven it from what is left of my hair

so come up come up my quiet friend

and find where the rabbit hole begins

I built it in my cellar

and it ends on my roof

come up come up

and I will show you the proof

there is no need to show alarm

to keep your dainty hands aloof

I carry the Queen's own charm

I was once her right arm

So come up come up my small, my dear

bring your fragile eyes and have no fear

there is nothing here too terribly queer

there are worlds where we dare not dread

for they are they are inside our heads

So come and settle come and see

we shall make ourselves some tea

with arsenic biscuits

and words so sharp they cut

if not sheathed in whisper

for sound is it's own wound

wound tight around your neck

tying off your tongue in tight knot

so step in side my parlor dear

and I'll stare inside of you

are you are you up to par

do you have nightmares of me?

Don't be afraid, the light is on

the world has not wobbled yet

but soon the turn is coming

and it would be best to not forget

where to place your hands

and where to choose to stand

so come from the doorway dear

for worse may enter and worse may leave

but time is a careless sieve

grasp the moment while you can

and take a cup of tea

do not be afraid my dear

at least not afraid of me.

For there are worlds inside my head

Where others dare not tread

There is always something worse to dread

But at the least you are not yet dead.

Have a biscuit?