Dreamland of No Pain

Secluded-
In my state of solitude,
where the the arrows of impure nightmares can not pentrate my fortifaction of light.
In my own land, where angel teardrops of sorrow convert into teardrops of virtue.
Insted of being a prisoner, condemed to live in my own reality,
I can now expeirence the freedom of running away from my pains.
And to feel the sun's warmth tickling my face without being hidden behind the darkness of my scars.
And to be able to sit in the amber waves of grain, breathing in the perfect crisp air.
Rather looking up to the staricase of my failures feeling depressed, I can now look down and watch my accomplishments emerge ahead of me.
My voice is not silenced in the virulent winds of my competence; it echos in eternity.
My epitaph shall say \"Follow your dreams and open as many doors because they will close and you will forever be trapped in your own asylum. As I was; only dreams keep you sane.\"