Dreams

My dreams are my fotress of solitude,my dreams are my wings that lift me up from the demons of my reality and the hell that is this earth... My dreams are the wispers of angels that get me up when i am down, reality is my hell,reality is the cespool of cosmic waste on which i am forced feed,reality birthed me with steel veins and an iced heart,and yet it is in that very form that i exist,the smaller my dreams the bigger my reality but still i survive coz my dreams birthed my reality.. A reality in which i'm supreme