This room is pitch black but I love the comfort it gives
This place is unoccupied but I can feel how it is crowded.
This anxious feeling, this strange voice inside me. I love it.
I didn't mean to be there; it was a lonely night. I can't find a route to escape.
Rain starts dripping, cold air starts blowing. The next moment, I'm on the floor, trying to breathe.
No voice escaped my mouth and I feel like my lungs are being torn apart. I'm trying to exert force but there is something on top of me, someone.
I am enjoying my stay in this chaotic place with his parts. Who left a bat in the shed?