• I daydream to my escape. To get away from this world into my own, where im not alone. to the land of my dream-scape.

    My land of make believe. A land where lost friends and creatures in my dreams company me in the hardest of times.

    But my dream-scape is at risk of darkness. My sanity is the last and only defense. The task to keep my head is too fat too hard. I want to soar the skies in my own heart but I have no wings to get there, basically trapped in my own demise.

    I refused to be like the other children; i used to sing to myself; as comfort, as hope, as joy and as faith. But here i fall. I'm just another child in the crowd, with a mask instead of being an individual. I see people with emotion than i copy, but i all a little twist of the emotions i still, oh so faintly, feel. To be an individual is dangerous and risky, to disobey leads to punishment and paint. to be smart and a hard worker leads to success and to glory.

    In my dream-scape; being weak is a gift. Being strong is a pleasure. Being smart is an extra. Being yourself is being a hero. Being an a*****e equals to being a zero.

    In my dream-scape the oceans was once silver and now as i lose myself, there is nothing, the few puddles left are the colors of dried blood. The sky is falling apart, the color of pitch-black, grains of the sky falls down below, just like snow, to the ground. Once was cute creatures, now disfigured and crazy. My dream-scape is dying as my insanity is living. The air slowly chokes you as you breathe in. hints of leathful poison hangs in the air. The tree in the middle of my world, once so beautiful nothing could compare to it; the emerald leaves with a plat of gold licking the edges, it would sparkle under the light of the sun and it would glow the colors of the rainbow in the moonlight; but now, a gloom of darkness surrounds it and kills all the plants and trees near. The hills are now the color of blood. Even at some areas the hills are slowing melting away leaving nothing but a blood-pool.

    The harder i try to work hard i feel the sky break apart more, the sky is like my heart breaking apart. The hills are like my mind melting away, the oceans are like my will to fight; but im stuck in a fight every moment. My back is up against a wall while my opponent has a knife to my throat. But im not scared? Is this a sign of being brave, or truly starting to become insane.