Dismaland

Imagine yourself moving,

and never stopping.

Imagine a place that shouldn't exist,

for it alters our reality.

A place like this lies in our imagination

when we go a step too far,

in a world of curiosity.

A world like this is made a reality

through my minds intoxication.

I'm always moving,

never stopping,

or so I thought.

The deed was done,

now my mind is gone.

It's on a 'trip' to Dismaland.

The walls are melting!

The clouds' over reacting!

All I can see in the sky is a screaming baby Jesus

and a blood thirsty mother Mary.

Nothing makes sense.

Blurred lines are all accross my blurred reality.

These lines should only be a figment of a scientist's theory!

Not my reality.

Buildings start to loose their balance.

They fight to stay strong in their place.

What a struggle everything faces,

and I'm the only one who can see it.

I must pretend it's not hapening

or I will give myself away.

I could loose my mind for too long...