seen it all before // 10th spam

the depths only i can reach, without courage

the scenery of my mind is a black land with rotten plants and the sky is just soaked in my fresh red blood. and that's where my thoughts live. it's what i see in the back of my head at all times. there's only one building in the world inside of my mind. it's a black, boxy prison. inside of it are all of my happy thoughts and all the things/people i find precious. sometimes i see their sad faces as they hold their grips on the prison bars. but sometimes the prison appears as empty. because there's a trap door in the floor. i have very little control of that trap door. the inhabitants of the prison use the trap door on their own. the trap door leads to my heart. i think i understand why they prefer it there. i like to imagine my heart as a soft and warm place. but i never had a clear picture of it. no, the only picture i know is of the black and red land. and i'm sad a lot more often than i care to admit.