What is this world beyond imaginative bounds?
A place alien to most and familiar to others,
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.