Sweet Release

The tickle of the ocean-side breeze.

The kiss of the rain during a summer storm.

The fury of the world without these things...

Let me go back.

Let me return to the world

That only I can reach.

What lies within the dark corners

Of our imaginations?

The world we dream of—

Our sweet release.

Release from what? You ask.

Free me, I reply.

Free me from this pain.

Show me what I have yet to gain.

I know what I’ll find here.

Reality.

The mask that people pull

The false facades they wear.

The secrets they try to hide.

Show me.

Tell me what’s worth it here.

Give me a reason to stay.

Hurry.

My black abyss is welcoming...