Every night the piercing wail would wake me from my deep slumber
Every day I would hear the curses and the whines and the slapping of tender flesh
The negative energy welcomed the infection into my abode
I could see the skin rotting away as I was becoming a living corpse on both the outside and the inside.
I know that I exaggerate the so-called facts, because it is a symptom of my empty insanity
Things returned to normal
I started to become whole again, but I can still see the scars burned deep into my flesh, making a roadmap in my skin, showing me the fastest way to Hell
