Sitting in the dark writing all night long

My writing is my fantasy my dillusions all prolonged

My blood is a red river flowing, my body hard and cold

I have no fears of knowing all my troubles that were old

Writing helps me feel relaxed and somewhat out of touch

But in the end its just a dream, reality hates to much

But when I'm sad and lonely and wish it were the end

Writing helps me with my life, my pain it helps me mend