To live in the world that doesn't exist, in the bustling forest of death, I wait, to welcome you home but my very presence is nothing but a hindrance in your eyes, you look the other way when I am near, it is pure torture to me. And yet........... You can't escape from me, I'm the chain that keeps you in your little world of torment, I call pradise. I'll push you to the corners until all you can see is me. I'm real.