The words just seem to appear on the paper
Like magic is flowing out of my pen
As I escape into a far off land;
Where anything I can imagine will happen.
This is my paradise.
It is a place where vampire, and werewolves exist,
Where love is easy to find and hard to let go,
A place where love never dies,
This is why I write
This is my escape.
This is how I escape the world
Full of sickness and anger
This is how I find my peace inside of my own head,
This is magic