Laughing smiling faces surround me. Mocking cackling fills my mind. They taught me. They surround me in flames and I think I know the rules. Survive the dream and wake up to new day to bleed in misery wondering what's the nightmare. Is this a nightmare that I breath in and speak of. And could this perhaps be the happy dream. The relief from the horrors does it exist or could it be a figment of my imagination like this place I'm in. Surely the fires and lost souls screaming in my ears aren't real. Positively my imagination is a dark hell bound place. Do I truly know the rules or do they shift.
