Written_2010
I ran into a fantasy.
I hear it flowing beside me.
There\'s nothing left to hurt anymore, don\'t you see fantasy?
You see me bleed, in such a need, of a reality.
Myself will not be, what all I can succeed.
Fantasy, be my seed inside my deadly head.
Grow to be a story, that doesn\'t leave me dead.
My head is here.
My body near.
_J.B.