The Island of Dreams

Whisk me away to my Island of dreams
Not everything here is quite what it seems
The Stars twinkle bright on the ground below
The Rain feels dry on the Warm Black Snow

Whisk me away to my Island of dreams
Not everything here is quite what it seems
Where the Lights shout aloud,and Sounds shine bright
Where Silence is loud,the Tumult is quiet

Where Red is so Blue
And Violet's the new Cream
Where all the lies are true
And Reality's a dream

Whisk me away to my island of dreams
Where I Taste with my Eyes, and with my Ears I Scream
Where the thorn caresses softly like a lover's kiss
Where pain is pleasant, torture but a bliss

I take deep breaths so as to suffocate
And drink cool liquid to parch my throat
I refrain from flailing my limbs about
And sink so as to stay afloat

All that I hold dear,is what I hate the most
The dead walk alive, while the living are the ghosts
Where the Joyous lament,and the sane are dement
Angels are from hell and demons, heaven-sent

And though in my cold cell, in chains I may be bound
In my mind's Island is where I can be found
Though captive I am under lock and key
In my mind I still roam on my Island, free