In my chimerical world theres no
burden or dread. Everything is amended
because is all made by my head.
Theres orange and red fire winged
butterflys. The wind instead of
tangling it brushes hair as it flys by.
Tree trunks stay brown but leafs are
dark blue and sparkle grey. everyone
who comes in begs to stay.
Its never too hot or cold, perfect weather
like in medellin where I was born. We
all have black wings, few clothes, perfect
cherubic bodys. Nothing ever goes wrong.
Words like agony, suicide and melancholy
dont exist,the grass is green and always
moist kissed. The stars dance each night
around the moon while it slowly writhes.
But this world is no heaven, it has a
twisted but comfortable scent.
This place is not ruled by the devil or
god but by my lets say... discerning
brain. It has huge rivers composed of
blood cysts that come from stupid
teenage kids who die by cutting their
wrists. There's black dirt coverd by
fire who only consumes those who
are pure.. but no worries pure ones
wont be running around my chimerical
Everyone has their own imagination made
mansions with servants. In mine Hitler is
my housekeeper and Neron my chef, I
bought their gay selfs from hell. So
remember when you're feeling hate, anger,
sadness or woe, Tatianas world is open
24/7 for you. But if you decide to come in
you wont be human anymore just my new