A trip with insanity

The darkness is in the corners, behind the shadows, somewhere beneath the cobwebs lies a secret that speaks only with a whisper and it speaks only to me. Softly, quietly, it echoes in my dreams. Waging a war inside my head bettween the truth and a deceit. It's a secret so painful it hurts to hear and it burns to see. I refute it but it waits until I am weak and then it begins to scream. "Listen to me! it's only a dream, a delusion in this penitentiary for the denials that help you fall asleep!
A nightmare masquerading itself as a fantasy." Weep, weep until you fall asleep, ask the sand man for another dream, something closer to reality and all that which the world brings.

                       A.J.