Thoughtland (I rise)

I’ll sever the bond between myself and reality;      
when the moon pulls flush against the black.      
The pills I take give me vision      
in a spectacular microscopic blessing.      
All the fragile imperfects I will fix and find,      
till they pull me a little closer to normality.      
Sometimes they shine blue, occasionally they shine true.      
I find capricious segments      
-ripped out of me years ago-      
across acres of my flourishing thoughtland.      
I visit often to keep it strictly tended.      
Strangling Ivy spirals around my devotion;      
boulders weigh down my ability to confess.      
Fairies wear the faces of enemies with hatred,      
Singing with the weeping voices    
of those I left behind.      
Their wings flutter, and my emotions      
move worlds dangerously apart immediately.      
When the wind is bent over      
double with howls of pain, I rise.      
When the sky bleeds red;      
attempting to stop the flow      
with dampening clouds, I rise.      
When words once spoken softly,
escape with the heavy dark hanging sensation      
of carbon monoxide, I rise.      
Into the safely addictive haven,    
of my minds     
Thoughtland.