Stockholm Syndrome

In my eyes , the world is a dark , vacant , terrifying reasurrence that I will be going to hell along with everyone else . It proves that in this world , there are the angel's and the demon's , but ways to find out which is which . No one knows , I'm in the midst of dying in a dark weary house , alone and broken , but I'm not alone , he's always there , peeking in the bare room , waiting for my reaction to being held hostage , but I honestly don't have one , it's like the saying , ' Why breath if your going to die anyway ?' well , why struggle if it's just going to get worst .