bad world good dream

I stand
Waiting for death's arms to wrap me
and take me away from all the misery in the world
I try to fight it
But every time I try
The worse it gets
The worse it gets
The more rage builds in me
Until finally I snap
Then everything starts spining
Faster and faster
suddenly as quickly as it starts
IT STOPS!
Finally I black out
The images
The dreams that I have
Seems as if I was in another world
A world with out any disabilities or fear
With out rage nor anger
It feels as if that is what this world
is suppose to be like