I've seen the other, "real" side of things
I don't want to see it ever again
I don't want to watch the ceiling ripple
Smell sounds in the walls
See fractal patterns in the stars,
In the bushes, cubist nightmares
Heightened cries of horror hidden in the woods
No lights of safety because safety can never exist
I do not want the time never passing
The moments of control never lasting
The unimaginable depths ever awaiting
The madness of the infinite never abating
I do not want these things
I have tried for three thousand nights on end to forget them.