My Sanctuary

I'm on my way to my sanctuary. Where I'll stay up until the morning. Last night you said that my uglys showing. At the least that's how I feel. There was a time that I do remember. Tossed aside to cry into the ember. Something woke me up into a slumber. This unreality is just too real. There's no hunger in starvation. Loving in relations. World-wide suicide. Blessed into damnation. Everybody's hoping for a world full of peace. All knowing every corner's lurking with disease. This is my sanctuary. This is my sanctum of peace. This is my sanctuary. This is mine! I'm too afraid of what lies through the prairie. What I've slayed are the ghosts I carry. Woven in torment and governed in cement can all seem scary. I wonder what death will reveal. Like all the sex from exploitations. Color coded nations. Who's cried homicide. School needs meditation. So everyone is hoping for a world full of peace. All knowing every corner's lurking with disease. This is my sanctuary. This is my sanctum of peace. This is my sanctuary. This is mine!