• there is a place, within the realms of imagination,
    a place of pain, and dull scars,
    there is a place inside of my head
    with magic lighting bugs, magic screaming frogs, and
    dazzling rain drops, that fall from the stars above


    Paper butterflys, the ones that flit in and out of an open flame
    Keeping at bay
    the tentacle monsters,
    the ones that call my name

    Let the fog of this place manifest on my flesh,
    let it swallow me up,
    for I do not wish to live
    in this this place that has driven
    The icy wind to whip me into submission
    The merciless rain to fall on my virgin skin,
    sending the strangest of sensations down my spine.

    I openly accept this torture of sin,
    The shadows, my playmates are coming in
    There is no time to play in this world of hate
    There is no time too save me, no it's to late.

    This is my world, now that you all can see
    the truth of my soul