We walk the untrodden path,
demons appear when ever we venture to look back,
in this place there is no happiness,
only a face that stares reluctantly
past,
it is a cold stairwell,
a nasty dark place,
the seas in which we swim in,
located under all the space,
a world so dark that god himself
couldn't face,
demented souls,
self-caring before their own,
sadly enough
Our minds now are
our homes.
