A bubble of reality, a fantasy that only exists inside my head. It is my escape from humanity, my only haven away from the fires of ill tempered hearts. As I sit upon my black cloud of dreams, I look down upon the world and laugh. They need not see me, they never will. I am invisible to unseen eyes, unwanted by pure souls.

In my dream land, I frolic upon soft stone and hollow cries. Every sob that escapes my lips is blown away into the wind and forgotten. I dance…I dance in my sea of fantasy.

There is no heartbreak.

There is no pain.

I dance.

I dance in joy.

I dance in fake pain.

This isn’t real…I am fake. I begin to cry…everything is spinning, slowly dying. But the sky looks down upon me, and in an act of pity, offers a hand. I take it.

My fantasy returns to me. I sing joy, I sing pain. My troubles float away along to a river of despair. They are forgotten.

I neglect reality. I wish to stay in utopia forever. To not hear and witness the sharp and jagged shards of life cut through pure souls.

My once white heart has now bled till red. Glass has turn my heart apart.

The broken glass of life.

Of people.

Of you.

I fell into my world the moment you turned your back on me. Your black heart radiated onto my and I became lost in this world.

It has taken me...I will never be seen by you or humanity again. Goodbye hate. Goodbye tears.

Greetings to plastic candy clouds and rivers of despair.

I am now your prisoner. Take me.