I find c0mf0rt in my guitar
As the n0tes sl0wly melt reality away.
Trying t0 f0rget
That n0t everything g0es my way.
It lets me feel, at least,
In the slightest 0f c0nt0l.
Just because
I get t0 ch00se where my fingers g0.
Never t0 remind me
That this is naught but plain fantasy.
Because when I cease,
It's right back t0 hellish reality.