My imagination is a drawn out animation. That covers my eyes and darkens
the skies.
Takes me to a place to hide, a place inside, a place where the world
died.
I would stay here forever. Where there is no fear. Where I won't cry.
Where my dreams will never die.
Yet this world is not true. The sun rises and my time is due, I awake to
this life, where my heart is pierced by a knife. Where love is made,
truth fades, so all you see is lies.
I sit here wishing time will fly and go back to darken skies. My
Imagination.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Midautumn, in the year 124 MA.