Everything around me dissolved,
i thought i might have died,
i felt like screaming but it felt as though my voice-box had taken its oath of silence.
I looked around and everything looked like hell.
i tried to get up but my leg was impaled by a surgical knife that was being pressed down on by the makeup artists bed,
her on top of it just added more weight.
I look at my leg and know i cant get up.
I soon make the tragic mistake of screaming for help as the response to help was from the thing that slyly resembles a human,
and i say this because if this was hell he'd be the damn devil.
