My walls are bleeding
Windows are boarded
Rats in the walls...
Are talking at me...

My eyes are black
When they close
They see what I see
They know...

To know is to become...
I am changing now...
A chrysalis of form
This is the curse...

The cold fear!
Eyes in every fissure!
They see me!
They are my eyes!

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