The light hits against the windows glass,
the streams of light are muggy and damp.
Illuminating the room with a haze,
the feeling of despair had filled my lungs.
I don't know how much longer I can take it.
My eyes are dead -
killed by the thought of my world.
The start was colorful, bright, alive.
Now all I see is the heavy grey beating me down.
I fear my end is coming soon.
It will be a day of aesthetic and serene silence.
Until the day I'll say I've had enough.
I quit.
No more will I conform.
I won't be your puppet anymore.
My tears have stained my porcelain skin.
Never will my eyes leak again.
Never will my heart ache again.
Because soon I will let it all go.
Nothing will be there.
It will be me and my world of fantasy.
A fairytale -
One of elves and faeries and gremlins.
The land lush with joys and Spring,
And a hint of my mysterious lust.
