My sick Wonderland

My home is your hell
but it is all i know
there once were blue skies
and when you cried water filled your eyes

now, the skies burn red
and out pours black
when your blood is shed

there once was a yard
of grass and dirt
now, nothing but crushed bones lead your path

there once were trees
to climb and play
but now, tombstones
for what my life used to be

you could hear cries of happy children
those children are gone
replaced by souls in agony
forced to live in their "home"

i must have gotten lost on the way home
because now this is all i know
but it is not what i remember

i remember a normal childhood
one that most kids have
but, i don't know how or why, i lost it
all of it

it left
and left me far behind
in this sick
Never Never Land
that i call home