He sits in his dark apartment listening to the sound of the old ceiling fan whirl around. Pleading with his insecurities and his other dark thoughts to stop. The air is stiff and his eyes heavy but he can't fall asleep. His heart races because he made the mistake of going to those dark corners , those **** dark corners .........

Hung in the air by chains so the monsters can paint new scars. Crimson dripping off my body like water off a leaky faucet. I can feel myself emptying .....