...Psycho Fantasy...

Draped across
miles of sand
the ocean high
eats up the land.
The green breathes
while the sun
pushes on throughout
the day before it's done.
Waves carry the o'er
mountains, valleys, nooks,
and the rest, to
know's only to look.


Fantasy is a world without shadows
where light and happiness are
constant.

Fantasy is a world where those
who you rely on are always able
to help.

Fantasy is a world where nothing
other than darkness reighns
as well.

Fantasy is just another fantasy,
where our brains make themselves
happy for a while.


The earth is rich with beauty,
And I don't want to sleep.
I do not wish to rest my eyes,
and be tired when I wake.
I do not wish to bend my back
to make things you can take.
And yet I do because it's fun,
always for my sake...

And by the way,
it is no fantasy,
that even though I messed up
there's a boy I love
y'see.
We'll just keep trying,
I like things better that way.
This last staza is the only one
that isn't fantasy.

She tiptoes over frosted
realms of ice and
sub zero.
She slowly turned blue
and show us that
prevailing is an option.
I wish that I could
call her back,
and help her heal her world.
That poor, lonely,
little Match Girl.

Rumplestilstkin
you are here!
You want my son,
yet swear him to me
if I know your name.
Which I just said -
Are you insane?
Go away
you crazy
fantasies.

You,
Dominate
My
Brain
No
More
!