Whispers…

Coming from the watchers.

Laughter…

Escaping from the crowds.


Colosseum.

At maximum capacity.

Everyone is…

Cheering.


Gates open wide.

To reveal —

The shadows inside.


Nails — Trapping my feet.

They paid good money —

𝑇𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑.


As the violence comes…

To take our souls.

And the silence breaks…

To drive us all insane.


But it can't hurt you.

It's just a nightmare.

It will go away…

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?


The crowds cheer.

I can't hear.

Over the screams of shadows.


On a bridge —

In a bleeding ditch —

Falling below.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠.


As the violence comes.

To take our souls.

And the silence breaks.

To drive us all 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒.


But it's just a nightmare.

It cannot touch you.

Nothing is real —

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?


Ruptured house.

Bullet clown.

Sewing a smile.


Inside-out mouse.

Butchered town.

Corpses in a pile.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠.


As the VIOLENCE comes,

To STEAL our souls.

And the SILENCE breaks,

To DRIVE US ALL INSANE.


But it can't hurt you.

It will not touch you.

Go back to sleep.

It's just a dream.


𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.




Well,



It LOOKS REAL to me.

Some dreams COME TRUE.

Then, WHAT WILL I DO?


It's just a nightmare.

But I'M STILL SCARED.

And I CAN'T SCREAM.

Or THEY'LL LAUGH AT ME.


It's just a nightmare.

Nothing is there —


BUT SHADOWS.

THE GALLOWS.

THE SILENCE.

THE VIOLENCE.


It's just a nightmare.

But I STILL CARE.

It’s just a false scare.

But IT IS THERE.


NO ONE KNOWS,

WHAT I HAVE SEEN.

NO ONE KNOWS,

THE SAME FEELING.


I AM SCARED.

DO YOU CARE?

Something IS THERE.


𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋.
𝐎𝐑.
𝐍𝐎𝐓.