Windows bolted, locked-up doors. Stuck in when had seemed, like paradise before. I place I used to be safe, hidden away from all harm. A place away from all sadness, A place I could wander, unarmed. A place of piece and quiet. A place of calm and joy. My own little world, my own little toy. But now I'm suffocating, it's walls are closing in. And I'm face to face, with the beast that lays within. To be free I must defeat it, for the beast's the one that holds the key. But I fear I never will, because the beast? Well, It's me.