Mental Iillness, all consuming, this regretful existence alone again. lumbering, wading through wilderness as desolate as the clouds. Searching for any light left, any comfort, any pleasure to squeeze from this, lifeless illusion... Maggots coat the walls like a rotten blanket, consuming the decomposing sprit that once walked these halls. Lingering lifeless, loathing lovers of the wretched past. Buried alive in cardboard caskets, hopeless drowning endlessly in dark waters...
