Cobweb dreams, what  life seems  
ejaculating thoughts in the form of screams
nobody understood  what this cacophony means

alone in the void a paranoid kid
lost in a room ,marooned, on shrooms, what he did? 

He found a lovely road but no one to walk with
melencholy tastes sweet like a bowl of porridge

drowned in illusions of potions
a wonderland filled up with emotions 

The only friends were his dairy and pen
Words sclptured like the great wall with no end 

packing the bag of hopes which was filled with lies 
waiting for the heavenly stairway, surrounded with flies    

mind like a filthy cupboard with covered full of dust
Just a living Corpse, a shade, a gust  
  
Injected some positivity with side effects,
projection of nightmare ends......


But now I can hear them calling  !!!!!!!
Save me now !!