Hell Fantasy
It's a cruel cruel world
This world is my dream and my nightmare
My hope and my damnation
All I have left are these words and soon I shall be forced to eat them
For my fate is sealed in my own personal hell that I created
When I tried to avoid its conception
The more I try to tear it down
The higher and higher it rises
So am I doomed
How cruel
How unfair
Brick and mortar
Stone and plaster
These are not what make my hell
Hopes and dreams
Desires and passion
These are what build my walls
Forever sealed in behind them
Lost to all humanity and myself alike
So here shall I stay in my sanctuary and hell fantasy
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