† Paperhouse

I’ve given all of me, drew with lights to shift over
from fantasy to my own sick, twisted reality
where faith is a refuge and the lies cease to flow,
where my ink is religion and god exists no more.
Take my hand, my broken love
and come away with me, to new heights and new scenery,
where beauty is both a saving grace and our destruction.
Allow us to lose who we are in this makebelieve land,
shed our sanity and confine it to this room,
take our pain and trap it in this world
that doesn’t quite exist
but feels so fucking real.

I’ll create new nightmares, conjure beasts
and ressurect evil in hopes that it
becomes less of a frightening reality than what awaits
outside this new world.
Stay with me, until my flesh begins to decompose,
until my mind starts to rot
in my perfect escape,
in my false creation.
My paper house, it’ll burn someday
and I’ll be the perfect victim.

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