Crashing through the boundary of dreams and reality.
A fire begins to burn within me.
As I drift within an abyss of twilight.
A time of pure dreams is no longer.
For the existence of innocence has been forgotten.
Between dreams and reality, everything begins to break and fall apart.
Why is there a reality?
Why are there such things as dreams?
Why did they both become a cursed existence?
As the boundary of dreams and reality crashes down.
I ask, “Why did I ever believe in fairy tales and lies?”
While drifting in a sea of twilight, my form begins to fall apart.
Like glass, like a fragile existence.
Cracks become fragments as fire burns all that remains.
There was once magic in dreams.
And innocence is what brought it to reality.
It has now become a curse.
For reality has polluted the world of dreams.
And now the boundary between them is forever broken.
Crashing through the boundary of dreams and reality.
A fire begins to burn within me.
As I drift within an abyss of twilight.
A time of pure dreams is no longer.
For the existence of innocence has been forgotten.
I ask, “Was it me?”
As everything, I fall and break apart.
I begin to drift into the abyss that is now my dreams and reality.
I can no longer remember.
I can no longer say.
“I’m here.”
For I can no longer be the one who protects your dream.
Your pure and innocent dream.
“Because it was me…”;
