Cast into the darkness of my mind.
Reality thrown away long ago.

Swirling in a fantasy world blind.
Round and round, tumbling slow.

Voices shouting obscenities, not kind.
Not feeling any kind of warmth, woe!

A scary place not meant for mankind.
It is my leave of refuge, my chateau.

Away from actuality, a space maligned.
Hidden I can cry alone, feelings throe.

Venturing here each time more confined.
Light obscured, I am back again, hello!

Deep in the darkness of my sullied mind.
Fantasies come to play never letting go.

Alone in darkness I am forever assigned.
Fantasy, not reality, my glass of Bordeaux.