The Room

No one knows the path we walk
the vibes we get from others
shadowed by the world
death with shadows
shedding demons

most are frightened
by what they don't see
horror spreads
the blood drips down
spilled on the floor

puddles cover the floor
deep red
thick in texture
razor blades cover the floor

spikes and bones over the walls
burning water drips from the ceiling
blackness consumes the room
death is what waits beyond the door

poisonous gas comes through vents
in the the walls
freaks are what we are
because we were rejected

from our own world
were not like you
we wont be

.....NEVER.....