Beneath the thoughts that I have spoken
Under the expressions that I have chosen
Below the intent that I'm unfolding
There's a black door.
It holds a world unlike my own
With twisted faces and twisted tones
It holds my demon and all the screaming
In my head
When I lock myself inside
I find I'd love to sit and hide
This world is fun
And everyone will never die
But there's no space in this black room
For good or loving traits to bloom
I'm half convinced that I'm the prince
Of my own darkness
And when I come back out to smile
Having enjoyed each guilty while
I get the feeling that I'm dealing
My own death.
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