Real World

Thoughts loom upon fated eyes.

Black garments are her disguise.

The earth is were the vultures prey.Killing dreams day by day.

A forced reality,She wants to go back.To Imaginary worlds.

Rows and Rows where the boys would stand, waiting for her hand.This was her beautiful wonderland.

Now Rows and Rows of damned ones, Forsaken souls.Without goals.Hundreds of mindless beings.Heroin fiends.Scratching and gnawing at flesh.

She See's the real world now.But She'll make it, somehow.