Locked tight inside the
tangled web of my mind,
I found a shelter from the cruel world
in a land hidden from the blind.
Paradise, I call it,
because of the relief and peace it gives me,
it's absense of pain, hatred, war, and the insane,
make life seem as it should be.
I descend into my paradise
whenever the pain gets beneath my skin.
How could a paradise of such great size from a needle
be such a sin?
But as I visit my paradise
and see my angels nightly,
I notice a change that's been happening on the outside
that to all the people that once loved me, has become unsightly.
My paradise has taken away all of me,
exactly what it has taken, I can't tell,
but no one can save me, the needle's in me,
too late i realized, that Paradise is hell.
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