A white moon shines in the ink black sea,

A pleasant breeze flowing in the lucid dream,

Day and night will never pass by

In this world of strange new things.

Screams of desperate plea reach my ear,

To come out of this world that I made my own.

I can see shadows of the life I left behind,

And strangely, I don't really mind.

The breeze is far too perfect to not enjoy 

And the silence here is worth the while.

Only those who I allow may enter here,

And say only those things that I require. 

Strange, strange world that I've built right here,

With a way out that had vanished in years.

Don't blame me, is all I say, and don't call me,

For I wasn't the one who left that world behind. 

In the silent nights of this perfect world,

My mind wanders to the thoughts I can't stop.

For in reality, 

I closed the door on the world that closed itself to me.