On rocks of cold pain
gaurded by a monster who could not be slain.
A Murky pool of bitter depression
illuminated by the flames of regression.
Abusing the stench of anger the cruelly assults the nose.
Suspended is the darkness of deciet leaving one as a wilted rose.

But far above in the skies a place that holds no lies.

On clouds of innocence
lined with golden love
Peace, perfumes the air caused by a soaring dove.
Gardens of happiness flurish with laughter and care.
Showering the world with smiles to share.

I know a place where the two worlds meet.
Are fused together as one and given a rythmic beat,
in the heart.

Within me...