You don’t wanna see these walls, the bloody nightmare dripping down. You don’t wanna see these haunted corridors screams whispers spine tingle wanna chase you down! You don’t wanna see these demons, you don’t wanna see the things my mind has conjured violent tendencies conflicting me! Wake up and back stroke my nightmare no wonder I’m not there I’m am the villain of this story brought out by my own pain I am my own worst enemy! You don’t wanna face this, you don’t wanna see this madness you can’t hang, really you can’t hang here this dwelling is for the sick and twisted! We are a bunch of lonely misfits troubled by our insecurities, I look at myself so infuriating “you ain’t isht boy but a fuuuuuuuu failure!” Punch the glass now my fist real bloody now what have I done to me. Self harm self harm self harm! This boy really needs some therapy! Step right up and marvel at the excitement of a broken man with shattered dreams and tattered soul your mind will explode once you behold! One small lap around my mind you find yourself on the factory the one from whence all horror comes from. This is the aftermath of a broken boy without a childhood grown too fast made to be a man now crumbling from within. Will a Phoenix arise from these ashes?