The scars of Wonderland

The red lake takes after crimson sky,
Scorching fire burns all that is I,
Love is the blue cold colour of death,
In the smouldering heat see it's ice cold breath,
My tears cannot fall as they are already there,
Basking in non-existant air,
Black hole the dormant sun lies resting for daylight,
Sleeping while the world is in plight,
Night is eternal, shadows pass silently through,
Groping blinded by the nothingness
Scolded by some distant shrew,
This, a land of forgotten past,
To breath in it's first breath at last,
The tall man in a bowler hat,
First to greet me before the combat,
Unarmed and unfeared I curl up in fright,
Beckoned by the distant star,
He takes off his hat says 'I'll be dead'
But water washes over me instead,
Lost in a world circling a purple moon,
Sun stops burning as a clock strikes noon,
With that strike my heart is pierced,
Emotionally so as my body remains unscathed,
But the scars of Wonderland won't fade with years

This is probably the strangest thing I've ever written but oh well!