Each day I awaken is yet another harsh reminder
Of the differences between this world
And the one I reign over
In the dreamscape, no blood is shed, no tears spilt
In stark contrast with the brutal and foolish wars
Created by the imbeciles of mankind
In my universe, I am free to be wherever I choose
Unlike this cursed earth, where I am anchored
Forever to a pit of negativity
In my world, everybody is immortal, never passing away
But in this tragic landscape, death is a presence
That never leaves me be
In the corners of my subconscious, I need not fear any violence from anybody
Only to see the broken bodies and torn spirits everywhere
When I must inevitably open my eyes once more
In this vast, ever changing plane of imagination, my friends never leave me
And yet in this land of ever-growing loneliness, I can only watch
As they fade into the setting sun
In the heart of this inner realm, I find myself wishing for eternal release
From the agony that this material world gives to me daily
Never ceasing, never merciful.
For these reasons, and many more that I have yet to experience and witness,
I wish that I could stay in this dream world forever, never returning
To this hellhole called "reality"