X marks the spot

This time it’s me
Swaying from wonderland back to reality
Unable to hold on to the world I’ve built
My little fairy tale

Instead life claws at the freshly painted canvas
Rips it apart
the shreds now spread across
the cold hard ground that caught up to me

Life whispers
It won’t leave me
I can’t escape it
I can’t break free

What demonic treasure lays beneath
the broken stone?
X marks the spot

I cross my heart
hope to die
and let it go