I live in a world of fantasy,

I actually roam

In the realms of fantasy.

I find myself

Always lost,

When I find a spot.

Am always walking,

through the tunnel of darkness.

Full of loneliness.

Always hallucinating,

Of being in the realms of creepy-crawly critters.

You know,

This is my fear,

This is why I always cry,

This is why I move to many location,

And in every destination,

I find some medication

For my situation.

But the more I seek

The more this fear makes me sick.

So I gave up!

But now, I will still seek,

Even if it will make me sick.

Because I don’t want to die of this disease.

So I need you to help me seek,

To leave in peace.