Oh, look at Alice Sprawled all over the floor Her once golden hair, is now stained with crimson blood An arm here, a leg there, the beautiful color red everywhere The cause of death? A simple stab to the back The other matters took course afterward, my dears Oh, but where is her heart? In a hole, where the girl's heart should lay, a note is found "My poor Alice, a petty she had to go Her heart lives alone, like mine does forever..." Hey body is taken away, to burn in the pits We don't need dead girls cluttering up this wonderful place... As they clean the blood off the checkered walls, a lone jar sits in the corner, with a note that says "Here, in this lonely place, is our Wonderful Alice's heart Which should have belonged to me It still beats, like mine does for her She should have been mine and mine only This heart longs for it's body, as I long for her...~Mad Hatter" Oh well, the poor girl will have to suffer, for what she has caused.