Fantasy world.

I was trapped in the cocoon of a memory. And of a lie I had deamed truth.

My world was non other than a fantasy.

And my mind was consumed.


With a picture of love I had painted

The perfect lullaby. That drifted me into an ocean,

Carrying my dreams above the sky.


But reality soon penetrated my skull.

And my wonderland ebbed away.

Tis nothing but a lie my friend.

A magical song I had played.

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