Pretend

I fly over towering trees
and dance over moonlit streams.
I play to live, to be content
since what's the use of
playing death, when in
my head I can pretend
that reality is my friend,
but when the crows fly next to me
I feel the dawn of reality
as their talons rake my eyes
to show what's happening outside.

The monsters live to revolve the world
and demons spring from the shadows
to take over the throne and rule.
There is nothing left but
empty screams that can't be heard
and the rancid smell
of the rotting dead.

I fight with the crows until I close
my bloody, blinded eyes
and get whisked out of reality,
back into my distant mind,
to forget.