Mentally Infused

There are empty halls with ripped up walls. All torn up just like my heart. The little girl down the ripped up hall is calling out. But I can't here her at all. I try running hoping to get out of these great torn walls. But I have no help at all. I'm beginning to here the young girls screams. My heart is beating fast but I can't seam to run fast enough. I'm scared, scared of these great big halls mentally infused inside of my head. I see blood it's everywhere all infused into a life long nightmare in a reality of horrors. All of it waiting for me to give up and turn my self over. All of these life long mentally infused horrifying games never seeming to leave getting worse day by day only to be getting older.