A Forever Kind Of Reality Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Walking through a writers Stockholm syndrome.
There are iron bars of a paradise.
You can come and join me at anytime.
I have been waiting here all my life.
Peace and serenity in the most unsuspecting place.
The prosperity of poverty.
Most would never understand.
But here it as on this paper tablet, paper napkin, what ever it is you got on hand.
With ink of a dying pen.
With a world of unending paints.
A portrait to inscribe.
A statue to raise.
A glass of wine to forever drink.
For it never gets empty here.
Everything is of the living soul.
Emotions that constantly toil.
A twist here and there.
A dash of despair.
How horrible is the constant broken heart.
Forever these feeling of the knife still sticking in.
Finally meeting the right person in a waking dream that can truly last forever.
A conversation with oneself.
Think I'm crazy?
Just ask anybody else.
Going to the party where everybody is invited.
It doesn't matter who you are, because with these words we become all same.
No matter how vivid the descriptions.
Vanity just can't exist.
Because it is only as we say.
It only as we pray.
Spinning, tripping, double dipping.
Sweet is every one of the senses.
Flying high like superman.
Take on your own evil ambition.
Here I bet you lick everyone of them.
Every time.
And hey there is even a rewind.
Going back to the very beginning.
Seeing how it changes things.
Working it all out with true empathy.
Oh the beauty of morality.
Seeing where all good deeds would truly lead.
For no one is perfect.
But here we can want to be anyone we want.
So come join me.
In my forever kind of reality.
No judging because the story can also be erased or changed at any time.
The edge to the ultimate kind of bliss.
I don't know but I don't need the fame or name.
No not in my paradise.
Looking into a crystal ball through star studded eyes.