Birthplace of your Soul

Look into the darkened sky,
See the crystal rain.
It shatters, like ice on the ground,
Silently screaming in pain.

But then you'll see the paper flowers,
And black and purple trees.
Haven't you realized it yet?
You're dying in a dream.

But does the dawn still come
in a distant land?
Do the stars still shine brightly,
Does the sea yet bathe the sand?

But does dusk still fall
in a world of dreams?
Do the clouds bring sleet and snow,
Does the ocean yet feed streams?

You'll walk in desperate circles,
Praying in hysteria.
You're insane.you're insane.
But what will come of thoughts like that?

You're trapped in a dream, a land
of your own creation,
With crystal rain and darkened skies,
The habitat of your soul.

But do mountains reach forever
in this world of your desire?
Do rumblings yet splinter the earth?
Does the volcano yet spew fury?

Or is this just the perfect world,
Fit into your mold?
Built from ash and wind and water;
The birthplace of your soul.

Then you'll think it's just your
mind, playing some cruel trick.
You'll try to calm your pounding heart,
It's alright, you're just sick.

So foolish now have you become,
Beginning of end,
of things yet unknown
In your mind.

Do you realize that you're trapped?
That there is no going back?
Don't you see you're sane?
Wake up, WAKE UP!

And then you will.

But in this world you still abide.

/// Granite Claws

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I tried to make it happy, really! I wanted it to be a peachy little dream
world, but it turned out to be more of a psycological thingy..