...Imagine walking through a wood
with no name, no speech and no home...

This hallway is my home-away-from-home
Each door holds its own little discard
Someone’s spare baby
Left here to shine for me

“sometimes Spiderman gets itchy”
His piss is his favorite weapon
It soaks through my cloths
He wants me to leave the light on

Her face is dull and her teeth are sharp
Raise my hands to shield my face from the blood spit
Grown men struggling, sweating
My hallway is dark and red

Faint clink of broken tile
Soft shuffle of secret footsteps
Charge franticly into the darkness
Hope I don’t get cut, hope no one is dead

Hold my head under water
Pretend I’m not a man
Everyone dies or goes to hell
Here I am