Halls of the Dark Muse

Strange Reality

I used to tell lies
just to prove
that I could

Living my life
in a parody,
what does truth
mean, when inside
self-imposed reality

The more I could
reconstruct this
illusion, all the
better I was

Pulling others into
my dreaming nightmare,
why live in this
broken world
when I can simply
make myself believe
in another

Some may say
that I am demented
but what do they
matter, when I rub
them out of my existence

I rather be deranged
and a little strange
if it means escape
beyond the bonds
of this place.