one million stars at night
one path in the moonlight
i walk with the monsters and the dead
these are my only friends

reality is dead to me

i dance with demons
in my long black skirt
i love how ourhair flows all around us
and tangles
we are barefoot

and reality is dead to us

i kiss a nympth
while hiding in her tree
her lips taste of berries and blood
her brother goins in

reality must be dead to them

i sleep in the arms of a stranger
he does not say his name
nor do i
we plan not to stay here when morning comes

reality is dead to him

the sun rises not this morning
she is angry with the moon who had all the fun last night
the birds are drunk and cannot sing
i think
time decided to stop

reality is dead to reality

is it not wonderful
when the world decides

reality is dead to it?