3 June 2012
Again; hopelessly stricken By my childhood's Nomansland, Where hatred grows in silence And witches make their plans.
A place of peace and quiet For those who cannot see Beyond a mere reflection. Seems no one can but me.
Hidden in my corner Is where I must remain To shield myself from witches To make sure I stay sane.
MY CHILDHOOD'S NOMANSLAND. • Opuss № I