You think you have memories?

The soggy cigarettes, the abandoned stages, the spilled coffee.
The former actress who's heart is in pieces,
the bleeding ****** and sick children,
the narcissist who can't look at his own reflection anymore,
You think anything here exists?

This place don't exist, chum.
We're too far down.
The sunlight doesn't reach us.
The dark here is bigger than God.

You're gonna die here,
either drowned or killed by the clowns in this flooded circus.
And that's if you don't end up a clown yourself.

This place isn't on earth anymore.

The Devil won't take us.

God won't save us.



And you?




You're on your own.