It smells like chocolate over here.
A lingering reminder of a memory so sweet.

It feels so cold in here.
A constant chill from the ghosts watching over you.

It seems a little to dark in here.
An utter absence of everything with meaning.  

Who knows why you lack the ability to distinguish.
Who knows why you feel differently then everyone else.
Who knows why you cant recognize the pure things.
Who knows why you ended up trapped like a rat.