Window.
Her only friends are figments of an imagination.
Lies. Liars. Without words
Dreams.
She does not fit in this world. This world does not fit her.
Explore her own warped, twisted ones. No rules here.
Why should there be? Rules were merely meant to be broken. Just like
her.
Why is it still so lonely? Surrounded. So lonely? Why is there no escape?
This was an escape
Wandering. Where
Hopeless. Why
A hopeless wanderer.
Don't open your eyes, there's nothing there for you.
The corpse, the monochrome, the musician, the girl and the shadow-
she knows they're just lies, she knows. Only now is it believed
Knife. The tortured mind; a bad combination in the darkness behind closed lids.
Kill the lies.
Don't open your eyes, don't see their faces.
Their false screaming faces
Red. She's almost there, now. Almost done.
Soon there will be sleep without dreams or memories to torture.
Don't
open your eyes
Sleep.
