The windows are covered.
The doors lead to dark rooms.
You have many choices, but no choice in the matter.
The place is unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time.
You know what will and can happen, and what wont.
You've been down this road before. The monsters await your arrival,
But you are the monster. You can't remember what you've done, But know what you caused. You feel sick to your stomach, or are you sick in the head. Then you realize, that's where you are...
In your head.

You don't know where these halls will lead to, which death, torturer or nightmare. But you know this, You caused this. Your choices have lead to this, these moments. To the "Flashes" and Nightmares.

Or did I really have a choice in the matter at all?
I guess in the End, It will all fit together.
"In the End, It will all fit together..."
No poem today, I'm busy with school work, sorry.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dark lies often have a darker truth.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Doors are doors, no matter the entrance.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Everyone has a choice, no matter what  seems.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Ev en                             n Ev er tr ul y iS
                 si l enc e



                                                            ­                      Silent.
For those of you that can't read this, here is the poem:

Even silence never truly is
Silent.

In the End, It will all fit together.
it came up behind you out of nowhere;
one day you were sitting there,
laughing with your friends under a tangerine sky
and now
you're wondering when, exactly, everything got so grey
and why you're no longer excited for your future
and why you no longer like to make eye contact in the mirror
and why you gravitate
towards all things
a little broken.
i know why...
you see yourself in them.
-a.c.b
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