REALITY

AS I SIT UNDER THIS TREE I HIDE MY FACE IN MY BOOKS AWAY FROM THE SUNS LIGHT AND PEOPLES HAPPINESS. HOW DO THEY DO IT? HOW I ENVY THEM! I SIT UNDER THIS TREE WITH THE BLACK SHADOWS THAT COVERS ME LIKE A BLANKET AS I WEAR THE BLACK ON THE OUT TO HIDE EVERYTHING WITHIN.AND AS I SIT I NOTICE I AM A PIECE OF WHAT MAKES REALITY.THE PAIN BUT GLORY,THE DEPRESSION BUT IMAGINATIVE CREATIVITY,DEATH BUT SLEEP,AND DREAMS BUT BUT NIGHTMARES.MY LIFE IS REAL.AS REAL AS THE RED MARKS INFLICTED ON MY ARM FOR PLEASURE.AND WHEN I SLEEP I BREAK AWAY FROM MY REALITY THAT I SHARE WITH YOU!AND GO TO MY WORLD WHERE I DREAM AND HEAR DEATHS VOICE SAYING...YOUR HALFWAY THERE.