Close my eyes and lye me down
Falling into tormented slumber
A world appears around me
Built up brick by brick
Each fine line and intricate detail take shape, surround by thick black lines
I’m taken to a world where things are never as they seem
A twisted reality, fashioned from fears, hopes, desires and needs
Its dark, this manic fairytale
Harsh stories and strong ambitions
I find myself playing a character that could be me?
I’m sick with happiness
Navigating through demented romance.
Thinking clearly I have no conscious
I do not speak
My words transform to action, taking leaps and bounds to find what I am searching for
What’s in fact is searching for me