My paradise.
no one else
But me.
Never ending.
Always growing.
Adventures until I am satisfied.
I control all.
I live in the night,
in a night where there are no monsters hidden.
Hidden behind trees
or under my bed.
There is a lake
crystal clear
sitting on the outskirts of my home.
What is that I see?
Is if the sun peaking over the horizon?
Shy,
in its attempt to show itself
turning my stars, my friends, to dust
and burning the indigo of my sky.
No, it cannot be,
this is my heaven.
But yet,
I stare still.
Into the sickening brightness.
Until I realize
that is not my paradise.
The pink wisps are not even pink at all
But the red of the demons glowing eyes.
and the gold,
the gold I thought,
if needed,
could replace the silver,
is only the shimmering of the monsters scales.
I fade back into the trees.
Backwardly creeping into the night I own.
Now I know to stay deep within the depths of my forests.
Keeping away from the monsters and other
creeping
crawling
demons of my worst nightmares.
Because now I know
now I understand,
my paradise is not at all safe
from the nightmares of real life.
