What is this world beyond imaginative bounds?

A place alien to most and familiar to others,

Strangely wonderful,

Yet distantly cold,

Some place I have come to call home,

Where insomniatic dreams dwell,

Opening the floodgates of my creativity,

Crashing over me like a wave,

Drowning my empty soul,

What do all these insomniatic dreams mean?

Will I ever break free of their rusting chains?

Or am I meant to spend eternity in this forsaken Hell,

What is this destructively beautiful world inside my mind?

The place I know as home,

The cause of my insomniatic dreams.