Outside my door
There's a magazine

I can't step outside my door
There's a magazine

I can't sleep
There's a magazine

I can't eat
There's a magazine

I can't breathe
There's a magazine

What happens when I open my door?
Will the magazine **** me?
Will it tear our my eyes?
Eat my flesh?
Drink my blood?

What will it do?
Well
I'm not willing to find out.

I can't live.
There's a magazine.