Alice: Book 2 Chapter 2

Verse 1
Kill the nightmares to realize a wish.

Two unbalanced sides to the scale.

For there is no happy ending to be found where she could be forgiven for taking each nightmare’s life for her desire.

“Is that it, then?”

“Gonna give up? So pathetic.”

She had always known that she was in the wrong.

Equality does not exist in this world.

The powerful take what they want,

and that’s just how it is.

THe dolls giggled with glee.

“Aha! Perfect timing!

Your next victim is here!”

Noya:

Aren’t you sick of this yet?

Alice:

Not at all.

Parrah:

Aren’t you tired of this yet?

Alice:

Not at all.

I’ll keep fighting until victory is mine.

Verse 2
Is it a foolish and ugly thing

to lay your desires bare?

Verse 3
What if the passion of love

was no different from the

passion of hate?

Verse 4
I want to meet him.

I don’t care who I have to step on.

I want to meet him.

I don’t care if I become a villain.

I want to meet him.

Verse 5
What will I say when I meet him?

Will He accept me?

I surrender to selfish daydreams

as I dip my sword in blood.

Verse 6
The passage of time is lost to me.

I can barely hold my desires in check.

Verse 7
Desire gives me the strength to defeat them,

to silence the pain in my heart.

I repeat this again and again.

Again and again.

Verse 8
Death and suffering are inevitable.

The only thing that matters is my wish.

Verse 9
Will I find myself defeated one day,

nourishing the wish of another?

Will I still champion such selfishness?

Verse 10
All the nightmares screamed.

“Gimme riches. Gimme glory.”

“Gimme food.”

“Gimme weak ones to trample.”

“Gimme endless sleep and kindness.”

“Gimme praise. Gimme hope.”

“Gimme victory. Gimme power.”

“Gimme love. Gimme their love.”

“Lemme kill.”

The words were a swamp of desires.

Alice could not stand to look,

as their wishes were no different from her own base desires.

Parrah:

Don't you think they feel the same?

Noya:

You mean that ugly blob of desire?

Parrah:

So kill it.

Noya:

Yeah! Smash it!

Alice:

Enough.

The decision...is my own to make.

Alice finally came to a realization:

There are only two choices.

Devour your enemies,

or become prey yourself.

“Nooow she gets it.”

Here, prayers can never be heard unless shouted from atop a mountain of bodies that once belonged to the weak and unwilling.

“Everything is equal and kind and merciless.”

In the dim darkness,

she could hear the dolls’ whispering voices, like worms in her ear.

Discordant Poem
Who gets a kick out of this unfair,

murderous world?

And who gets kicked?

Nightmares...Beings who spray their

wishes upon the world as if marking territory.

What makes you so different

from these nightmares?

The girl made a wish

for a world without conflict.

It was a meaningless, impossible dream.