I sleep when I'm tired, I eat when I'm hungry, I cut the intricate laces in the wood work when I'm thirsty. This is the world that I, myself only sees. The world is colorless and devoid of joy, the world is only vibrant when I cut the intricate laces in the woodwork. It's interesting everytime because each time a different noise is made. This is the world that only I see, nobody wonders through the streets, there is no passion. My passion is cutting into the intricate laces on her hand, she screams different words every time I do it. The world has no rules or laws in the world that I only see but they are finding me to carve those intricate laces onto my hand next, only I can carve those intricate laces I love hearing the screams of their mothers as they watch the kids being made into beauty itself. I see only those intricate laces as the days go by or years or months, in the world that only I see time does not pass. Her face is bleeding out of its pores as i make a new portrait for her eldest brother. It's beautiful isn't it, her eyelids fall out as her face leaks of blood and reeks of stench. In the world that only I see there is no pain, only beauty. The world that only I see was visible to only me after I devoured my mothers corpse. She was very beautiful. I wanted her beauty, as I carve my last intricate lace into the final member of her families body the world that only I see fades away. They found me, the world that only I could see was never the world that I could only see, it wasn't mine, give me the world that only I can see.