I hate going to their house․ I can always hear people chewing human meat under their bed․ The sound of tearing muscle rips away at my ears‚ the droplets of blood falling to the ground․ It gets in my head‚ it always eats at my mind․ I notice my eyes begin dripping with blood‚ my arms become loose‚ my head becoming nauseous․ I feel the tearing meat as I am cannabalised․ I am a victim to their teeth‚ they rip at my arms‚ my legs․ I begin going blind as they gouge out my eyes․ I am dying‚ my body is everywhere․ THE WALLS HAVE EYES AND THE SKY IS GLOWING BRILLIANT COLOURS ON A SPECTRUM IN WHICH NO HUMAN CAN EVEN FATHOM OR DESCRIBE INTO REALITY. THE COSMOS ARE LIGHTING ILLUMINATING THE DARKNESS IN WHICH OUR HEARTS HOLD DEEP WITHIN. BLOOD IN WHICH HAS BEEN SPILT IN COUNTLESS WARS HAVE BEEN SCREAMING IN PAIN AND AGONY, EVERY BULLET I FIRE ONLY INCREASES THE RAGE THAT IS WRITHING INSIDE OF MY IMMORAL SOUL. THE MASS OF BLACK TENTACLES WRAP AROUND THE EARTH SHROUDING US IN DARKNESS AS WE PRAY FOR LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL ONLY TO BE MET BY CREATURES THAT BREAK THE FABRIC OF REALITY. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT HAS BEEN UNDERMINED AND OVERWATCHED BY BEASTS OF UNIMAGINABLE SCALE AND DELUSION.