This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell. In dreams of black beyond the bound of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane.
the chair's been kicked a rope tied to the rafters. blue faced and broken necked I sigh. relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare. of that hated sun burning the sky.
Oh its flowing through me combusting with contempt. rationality abandoning chemically lead astray. stepping outside the confines of this circle bane of society become.