Imaginary

The skies are dark purple.
The moon is blood red.
There is no sun in the land of my head.
Where children are crying.
And angels are dying.
Flowers turn to ash at one single touch.
& Happiness…there isn’t much.
When it rains…tears of the dead pour down.
When it snows…it freezes every thing around.
Surrounded by the shrieking screams of demons.
I hear them…but they are not there.
Trying to escape…you better not dare .
For the refuge I built to get away from life.
Has become a whole new beginning of strife.
Awaiting my doom,
In the imaginary land in my head,
You think I’m asleep yet I’m actually dead.