Dreamland...

Sitting in a transparent gaze,
Blacking all from entering my mind...
Breathing in this crystal haze,
I'm slowly running out of time.

Un-knowing what I'm doing is wrong,
Therefore, not trying to stop.
Listen to the rhythem of life's slow song,
Sadly, my story had no plot.

If it were to all just end today,
To end my pains and sorrows...
Would any of my so-called friends (they say.)
Be at my wake tomorrow?

I highly doubt the chance of that,
If I was gone, no one would care,
So, I'll keep breathing in this crap...
Thats why I do it, what I wish to share.