Death is a beautiful thing, but it feel like your trapped no where to go. Within these walls the writings begin to stop since there is no more room. I want to escape this room and hide away in the deep woods away from the horrors I have to face but even if I run trying to live a better life it seems as im living another one, one where I do things of the dark. Welcome to my world. I'll show you around be dont fright the tall man won't hurt you.