The place is mine... from what the outsider sees
a place where I choose what I am going to be
imagine a place where I control emotions
I control how I feel when I hear the words spoken
a world free to be filled with whatever
filled with all of lifes joys and pleasures
where the pain can be stopped when its more than I want
the demons can be locked away safely in a box....
imagine.... because thats what it would be... imagining.
This place is not really mine, its not what you see
I have little control of what I might wake up and be
emotions control me and I am the victim
when words are spoken I cant really hear them
this world hurts and is filled with daggers
woven together by the fantasy of pleasure
the valve is opened and everything hurts ~ every action.. every word
the demons rein as I hide in this cave
swallowing hard to keep up the sharade
wishing and wanting some day to be free...
imagining maybe it could happen to me...
@s.ray 1-20-2013
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