Red flowers growing in the black grass,
Silver trees with leaves of brass,
Copper soil and golden light,
An aqua ocean and an onyx night.
Flee into this world of creation,
Flee the land of your devastation,
See you mask of broken lies,
See your faked smile a twisted disguise.
And learn to love this world of mine,
As read you my next poem's lines,
With blood red skies and blacked clouds,
Hear your scream echo loud.
And this world of mine nothing is real,
For if it was I would feel,
But nothing is right so I just bleed,
So now poems you will read.