16 December 2012
And isn't that The most horrible Nightmare of all?
From lands unknown From stranger-friends From possibility From hope I am torn away By the morning light.
Logic has no place Not there, not in my head But here in this cold, cruel place It reigns supreme With an frightening iron grip.
My wandering worlds Adventure awaits People I don't know (but I feel in my soul) All gone from me now.
There, I am free There, I am strong There, I am loved There, I am known The darkness falls on me And I am released from chains of Here
When I open my eyes I hope so achingly Until the time I close them again.
Untitled #Escapism • Opuss № I