As
I lay
Here in grass
The intoxicating aura surrounding
The dreams whispering so softly
The chills invigorating my very skin
Continually falling deeper and deeper into catatonia
The sun melting as it touches those walls
I close my eyes as to soak in everything
As I awake from Paradise my sight seems to deceive
The walls ooze with a slimey grunge that drips upon me
The floor beneath turns to a dingy yellow and I fall through
It seems as though I will'can'never descend again from this wasteland
Please, oh, someone'somewhere divulge those imperative incidences! What have I done? I'm gone.
Slipping out of this imaginary world, I can only think to go back
Something is pleading, forcing me to tackle it'everything. I will return, but when I'm willing.