Scars on my body, monsters in my head,
the dark side looks calming, am I dead?
The seas are raging, my heart thunders away,
peace is a far cry, and life looks gray.
I'm alone in a world I created out of spite,
a dash of imagination made it feel right.
I choose to be powerful, in my little gray land
than be powerless in a world of command.
Imagination is the tool every journey seeks,
sometimes a weapon, when madness peaks.
I let it run on its whims, bold and wild,
It's my drug to survive, the ruin be damned.
I wake up now, feeling flawed but free
and more than equipped to face reality.
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A/N: I personally love living in my head
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