Instinct will keep your body here
When you see mine broken in the meadow.
Happiness will go.
Invisibility will thrust dark bricks onto your chest,
And the cloud of ash will make your mind go fuzzy
Until my body is all that you see;
That and your memories of me,
And shadows of what we are "supposed" to be.
The pain will be very real,
And you will know how I should feel
When I see you dead in my dreams, beloved.
You see,
Your reality is truthless,
Your enemy is ruthless,
Filled with cruelness.
You are clueless.
I find strength in my mind's haven.
Far from a utopia,
There still exists my phobia
For you, my dear --
But here,
You are not yourself;
Rather portrayed as many different characters.
A trait here and there,
Unplanned for less scare.
It is a perfect world, though,
For though far from tame,
The plot-line calls my name
And keeps me sane
In your reality,
Which is my worst nightmare.
You would be lost in my mind's land.
War rules and devil claims.
There are bombs and claws and flames
Amidst unconditional love.
Though it is a land of crime,
My world is forever mine
And no one can take it away.
The story of my world
Is like reading an anxious book.
My world feigns true substance well,
But it is only an imaginary hell.
This fact muffles feelings and, twistedly, brings peace.
To you my eyes are dull and clouded.
You see a shadow of the pain
That keeps me sane.
You think I'm weird when I "space out"
And get lost in my paradise,
Which you attempt in vain to demise
Without understanding.
If the world you know to be real isn't real,
How can you be hurt?
So, next time your dreams are smashed to bits,
Before you get in a fit:
Next time your heart breaks,
For your own sake:
When you see me in the meadow and I die,
Before you start to cry:
Make your own world inside,
Because it's yours forever.