ImaginaryA Story by ~AnnaCentric~A song story with "Imaginary" by Evanescence. Through the eyes of a boy with a sorow for th world. He wishes he could stay trapped in his fantasy world.Reality
mixed with a dream world. I wander in and out of what is real and what is not.
I don’t know what keeps me here anymore. The world in which I live is cold, and
the dream world I in which I wish I could stay drowns me in fantastic lies. I
linger in the doorway/Of alarm clocks screaming/Monsters calling my name/Let me
stay/Where the wind will whisper to me/Where the raindrops s they’re falling
tell the story There are
nightmares everywhere. The demons of my past chase after me. My future means
nothing; it can’t be any good, considering the sorrows I’ve grown up with kill
the excitement of living another day. In
my field of paper flowers/And candy clouds of lullaby/I lie inside myself for
hours/And watch my purple sky fly over me Instead of
facing the world, I linger in fantasy. The dreams I wish could come true; I may
as well wish upon a star. I am content, however. In these worlds of grassy
plains and crystal-blue seas, relaxing next to me imaginary friends, nothing
can harm me. Don’t
say I’m out of touch/With this rampant chaos, your reality/I know well what
lies beyond my sleeping refuge/The nightmare/I’ve built my own world to escape Why do they
always tell me to grow up? They don’t understand me. Reality is something I’d
rather cut my ties with. But I know when I must return to it. We aren’t
friends; and beyond my slumbering being waits the iron fists of oppression and
hunger. Swallowed
up in the sound of my screaming/Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights All around,
people are arguing, crying, and dying. These realizations are too much for me.
I wish I can be ignorant and carefree, like a young child protected by with
parents. Oh,
how I long for the deep-sleep dreaming/The Goddess of imaginary light I don’t want
to be here anymore. My eyes close, and I am taken back to me little world.
Where I do not worry, and pain doesn’t exist. Here, I am safe. © 2012 ~AnnaCentric~Author's Note
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StatsAuthor~AnnaCentric~Cameron Park, CAAboutI've been interested in writing since my sophomore year of high school. My topics of writing normally circle around Europe in the 13-1400's (at the time of the Black Death), but lately I've been dippi.. more..Writing
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