Images of fairies,
Danced in my head.
Well until they cried out,
"You're better off dead".
The scream stayed in my mind,
It's very convoluted.
I don't really know why,
But now my mind is polluted.
Satyrs that danced,
Following Pan,
Shriveled and died.
Leaving me stranded on this catamaran.
Nobody could dream
Of this mutiny in my brain.
These feelings,
I cannot feign.
I guess I deserve,
Feeling like this.
I feel like I've fallen
Into an abyss.
