Michelangelo's Imaginary

For some reason I have become obsessed with Evanescence lately, and this sort of popped into my head while listening to one of their cds today, probably in desperation to think of something other than my biochemistry lab. I kind of wrote it in five minutes so, it may not really be my best work, but I tried.

Anyhoo, this is my first attempt at a songfic, so any comments or constructive criticisms are not only welcomed, but begged for.
Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Turtles or the song, which is owned by Evanescencebut I do at least own the cd, and a television to watch TMNT on.


I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story

When the world becomes too dark and depressing, I am my own refuge. I have my own personal reality. My happy place. Nothing can touch me there.

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

My brothers call me naïve, say I'm out of touch with reality. They think that I'm too innocent to understand the horrors and the injustice of our lives.

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos – your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape

I'm not naïve, I see things all too clearly. I choose to ignore the bad things because I want to be happy.

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

I see how cynical and unhappy my brothers have become, and it only makes me hold tighter to my reality. No one can touch me here. Here I'm safe and free.

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

There are times though, when I'm alone at night; I come out of this self – imposed fortress. I see the nightmare world that lurks outside my door, and I realize that one day I will fall victim to it. Until then, I will cling for dear life to my imaginary world. My blissful oblivion.