When I was a child I always dream about paradise.
Where dreams come true,
everything you touch blooms,
and where the word trouble ceased to exist;
but that was a dream of the child.
A child full of happiness.
A child that hasn't been tainted.
A child...let's say innocent and sweet.
But things change, Oh how they change!
everything and everyone I knew
didn't think that it was strange
So now as I lay in bed
With things popping into my head
All of it about the place I once dreamt
That always makes me see red
With Another sleepless night
That I've spent in the labyrinth I hide
The hidden dystopia, that's forever inside my mind;
When I realized that the perfect world that I hoped for is nothing but a broken dream,
experienced by the child that was once innocent and sweet.
A child I once used to be
But know I have heard the truth
That made my world ******* painful
A world that has darkness in every corner
Intoxicating you as you grow older.
I wish I could be alright.
But the mind says otherwise.
I'm Out of sanity.
Bounded by calamity.
And if people are asking if I'm fine,
I say yes and fake a smile.
AaWhy can't they hear my plea?
Are they deaf and too blind to see?