Truly, the Inner Workings of an Altered Mind.
The ideals and beliefs of one blessed with the clearest of sight.
As much a curse as a gift,
If you so like.
The deepest, darkest secrets that we so love to hide.
That we condemn to a place not fit for human eyes.
Where forever they stay,
To rot and decay.
’Til the end of time,
Though time has little meaning in the depths of your mind.
But there it lies for those to see.
Those who wish to know the truth of humanity.
And few they are because of course,
Fantasy is better than reality by far.
And so it goes, again and again,
The world goes ’round and life goes on, my friend.
But here it is,
Plain to see,
The story of a world that no one knows,
In a time and a place that most will never behold.