Instead of climbing back into reality,
I plunge myself into a world of fantastical measures.
I live with superheroes and create
Lands that few can comprehend.
I am a creator; I am a god to my own characters.
But in this realm?
My god, I am so much nothing that even my veins
Don't have anything running through them.
Again, the pieces are proof that what is in my head
Does not match what is before my eyes.