A Life of Fantasy
I live in a word of fantasy,
nothing I know is real.
The shapes in my mind are distorted,
I see stretched truth all the time.
My world is a scary place,
where all faces twist with screams.
The horrible carnage I've seen,
is nothing compared to my dreams.
I drink the blood of a thousand men,
just to see more die before me.
I live in my own fear,
with carnage my only friend.
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