Behind my eyes lies a world,
A distorted fantasy,
A dystopia,
A twisted, broken wonderland.

A dark, dead wood,
Filled with sorrows,
And forgotten dreams,
Rotting away in dying trees.

The icy wind chills my bones
And stings my skin.
The heavy scent of death
Forces its way into my lungs.

Creatures in the dark
Sing their broken melodies.
I cover my ears and close my eyes.
“We’re all mad here”, they assure me.

The crescent moon bares its teeth,
Shining its sickly glow,
Blocked from the ground only by
The ominous shadows of the towering trees.

I sometimes feel someone behind me,
Or see something lurking in the dark.
And sometimes I’m alone in this forest of darkness.
I don’t know which one scares me more.

They tell me it’s all in my head.
Of course they’re right,
But that doesn’t make this terrible wonderland
Any less real.