It is not real
Sort of like a glitch
Between Life and Death
Where I am not Living nor am I Dead
Existing, yes
Like a confused spirit

It is pitch black
Yet you can see light
Only I know where it is
But sleep is my only entry

It is quoet
Only my thoughts are heard
Some screaming
Others are barely a whisper
They're my only company

It is where I can go to not be bothered
How I love it there
Perfect mine
Only mine