Fantasy, that is Me

I scare myself sometimes, because my thoughts are so diverse and abstract. Of purity and beauty, they mostly lack.

I fear my own soul, I fear my vanity. Not because of it's sporadic seethes. I fear the Devil will say I have neither. That is, when I meet her.

I fear my own, little fantasy world, because it makes more sense than the one I live in. Even the sickly and the sad seem to grin.

I don't fear my sanity. It's beyond my desire, it's only good for constricts me from soaring higher. Here, you can have it. I want the psychosis and delusions and sick little habits.

I fear no authority, I was born a King, the gems of my crown peeled to thorn and I walk a shame. Forget my name, but remember thee! Messiah of the Fantasy world that is me!