So cold, I lie in this concrete bed, beside Lucifer herself. Won’t you please wake the fuck up? I’m dying here and all you can say is “go back to sleep, I’m tired”, well I’m burning. Hell is waiting outside this door. If you didn’t live here, would you ever come visit? The road to my existence is flooded in flames and I’m drowning in pain.

Tearing off my flesh. I can’t stand to be here anymore. Wolves are howling, crows are screaming and my ears are bleeding. Someone call a doctor, someone please get a nurse. My heart won’t stop pounding, god damn does it hurt. My chest will explode before you even notice that something’s not right here. This house is on fire and you’re kerosene. I’m trapped in the middle. No one can save me. I think it’s all over, this horror story, and it ends right here between you and me. The door is wide open. I’m about to leave. I’m walking on coals but I don’t feel a thing except years of anguish finally relieved and now you wakeup,

but only to say goodbye.