Poisonous, the music galvanises my
Numb senses into mendacious dimensions,
With miracles falling down the sky.
Diamond raindrops dance on emerald lakes;
As the dawn takes over the night, blinding light
Falls defiantly through canopies of the
Forest and, tamed, whispers to butterflies,
“Sleep, dearest; every star has the chance to shine.
None must grief, for no dream must die.”

The music roams on; there is no haven safer
Than my imagination, where lies
Become sparkling truths and the wildest fantasies
Come to real without the need to fantasise.
Upon these impossibilities I place my dream,
I place my heart, my mind; upon them I rely.
If chance may have me entranced, I beg of chance
Never to have me awake, but let me hide.

Every night I dream with sharper clarity,
And every morning pulled back into life.
As the venomous comfort of the forest
Takes over, it gets harder each day to deny
Reality. Swayed by dark and enchanting tides
Of the untruth by night, and as the sun rises
The yearning re-ignites the forbidden light.
Would I rather be drowned, or burnt alive?