The world of dreams it tugs me in, puts me to sleep ever so gently, I have almost forgotten about the life, supposedly real, Softly, sweetly it calls me back, making me ever so exhausted, As I spend my minutes, hours and sometimes even days there I lost all interest in leaving, after all I don't have to feel the pain, sealed deep within my heart and brain, aching with malicous intend there, All the same, I cannot deny how it has begun to become an addiction, Unable to ever escape it on my own without using the last source of strengh available to me, the strengh this demon pulling me into a comfortable sleep cannot seem to understand in the first place, The luxury of sleeping passed once I saw that I couldn't run, breathe or even hide in this perfect place built from my very own mind, Exhausted I can feel the chains of agony calling me to get more rest, But I understand that they are only going to pull me into a far away wonderland where nightmares are crawling into despair, I can see it in her scarlet eyes, a false " good morning ", But as I opened the curtains it was already dark. In the end I couldn't wake up.