1 October 2012
The creatures are coming soon, From my head they leap, Because it is here in my room, The dark is here when I sleep,
No matter for graveyards, Or red blood in the snow, No need for knights or guards, It's in my head, that I know,
I'm very quietly crying, Cooped up in my bed, One would prefer dying, Than being locked in my head,
I'm so scared for myself, About things I haven't seen, I feel it's bad for ones health, If one doesn't scream.
My Room • Opuss № I