Inside this room.
Inside this ***** room of mine.
Which I've been told to clean many times.
Holds countless lies and secrets.
Of which I'm not to part with.
If I do I lose myself to the madness.
I'm not that strong a person to cope with.
I've cleaned this room time and time again, but the madness is hard to withstand.
I live and breathe inside this room of mine.
To remind me of my heartless crimes.
It keeps me in tune with myself.
Who dares to enter this room of mine will look at it as a mess, but not with the value it holds.
So to all those who told me to clean this room of mine has to know it can't be done.
Not with the purpose it holds.