Contemplating reality and fantasy

As my dreams drift to sleep
and I lay awaken,
counting my regrets,
I settle in silence,
contemplating reality and fantasy,
where does the line divide,
as my nightmares awaken in a sweat,
I lay back down as reality play violins and car crashes
take the life of lovers or friends,
such a pity of young spilt blood,
and of moral decay the youth screams signs,
not begin taken a live,
true spirits soar and vanquish in a division of
nothing left,
sure as the sharpened glowing eyes  tell me of roaring pianos that play
a soft song and chimes,
kept in a box,
kept in silence,
stitched up,
stitched to be perfect as a chucky doll,
so swallow the poison of your lies
and eat up the love

Under These Bright Light’s

If this is what

I’m meant to be,

let life pass me by

with all the bright lights,

this all clashes with my

state of mind,

with peace in my heart,

loosing all of my senses,

having to be free,

I can’t help but wish

to leave and stay,

wish to get better or stay broken,

under these bright lights

Heavens what you visualize

I used to believe in the world,

i used to believe everything happened for a reason,

i used to believe in the lies you told me mom,

“I hope the angels watch of you.”

Lies…..

I used to believe in fairytales,

but i realized fairytales are not real,

the prince never gets the princess,

the bad guy wins,

and your alone…..

I would walk in this forest,

where Alice sat by the hole,

i asked her

“Why do you go down there.”

Crying she says that it better than reality,

she fell down the hole on purpose,

Cinderella was a snob,

Snow White was a whore,

and the little mermaid committed murders,

i know how this sounds,

but heaven is what you visualize