Schizophrenic Remedy

I've glanced at heaven. I've walked through hell. I wish on stars and dandelions I crave for fantasies reality cannot satiate At night I talk to the moon and sing to the stars I walk on clouds and speak to whispers I follow faeries to far off places Where a bleeding moon hangs from the sky Where I run along in meadows of black and white roses. Smiling as the thorns lacerate me.  Dancing with red eyed creatures Listening to whispers in the wind. With this feeling of finally belonging. Being finally at peace... Safe inside, this world in my mind Lost between reality and time