Fantasy Worlds
I’m hanging on by threads
of music and poetry.
My life is such a shit stain
the only way I can survive
is through art.
I can create livable worlds.
Worlds where dreams can still exist,
where love is a real thing,
where happiness is a possibility.
Not this world of endless pain and suffering,
this nightmare reality
where the only things that survive
are rats and cockroaches
that feast on my rotting corpse.
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