In the dark from a shrunken head.
I heard a raspy whisper and it said.
“When you lose your peace of mind.
walls crash down with you inside.
so, sever ties.
from those who fed you lies.
open eyes.”
I'm sick inside this twisted mind.
Here I am laying on the floor watching as these walls transform.
This room became my storm.
These walls chill me to the core.
Walls of the bones.
My old homes cascading to the floor.
The lights begin to flicker both waxing and waning.
Bright and fading.
Collapsing into shadows of the past.
Of monstrous forms these shadows cast.
Torn to pieces, cut and bleeding.
My skin is like a canvas ripped apart.
Shredded by the monsters in my heart.
I clutch the floor, a broken doll.
Lost in the madness, sanity's thrall.
No haven here, these walls confine.
A chilling echo, "This is mine."
Locked in a prism, trapped inside my mind.
From a clock comes the call.
An ordinary clock?
Not at all.
The hands bending, clock melting.
I see the writing on the wall.
Half past nine, ends my fall.
To repeat this doom is my downfall.
The flickering light reveals their forms.
These monsters carved from bygone storms.
Not shadows cast, but creatures real.
With eyes that pierce and hearts that steal.
They clutch the hands that bent the clock.
Their laughter echoes, a sickening shock.
These architects of misery.
Twisted my fate for their glee.
Now trapped within this mind's confine.
Their twisted game, forever mine.
No chance of dawn, no hope remains.
Lost in madness, pleasure to their pains.
For they to have twisted the hands of fate.
They made the same mistake.

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