In the depths of the unconsciousness, Darkness unfolds. Cryptic voices gather 'round, screaming, And seize control. In this cold, dismal, lonely room, Where winter thrives, Past lives linger - spectral echoes, Whispering lies. Psychosis, the mind's demise; Twisted shadows and haunting cries. Paranoia's grip, a dull knife, Carving epitaphs and draining life. Psychosis, demons whisper lies; Shattered glass in haunted eyes. Darkness calls, the chasm deep - Endless woe; lost souls weep. The dusty, warped blades of a ceiling fan Slice the air. Underneath, in the lonely dark, sits a man Without a care. The chilling winds of repressed sorrow Sweep through his mind; A litany of poor decisions binding, His soul confined. Psychosis, the mind's demise; Twisted shadows and haunting cries. Paranoia's grip, a dull knife, Carving epitaphs and draining life. Psychosis, demons whisper lies; Shattered glass in haunted eyes. Darkness calls, the chasm deep - Endless woe; lost souls weep. Crushed by societal pressing stones, Waiting for death. Under the weight of expectation, Gasping for breath. Unblinking eyes pierce through the wall, Unmedicated. A man's body and his soul drift apart, Separated. Psychosis, the mind's demise; Twisted shadows and haunting cries. Paranoia's grip, a dull knife, Carving epitaphs and draining life. Psychosis, demons whisper lies; Shattered glass in haunted eyes. Darkness calls, the chasm deep - Endless woe; lost souls weep. Chains of madness wrap tight around, Choking every breath. Humanity lies beaten and bleeding, Close to death. His soul drifts somewhere in that empty space Between the stars, Floating in the void amongst scraps of sanity, Cold and bizarre. Psychosis, the mind's demise; Twisted shadows and haunting cries. Paranoia's grip, a dull knife, Carving epitaphs and draining life. Psychosis, demons whisper lies; Shattered glass in haunted eyes. Darkness calls, the chasm deep - Endless woe; lost souls weep. He sits in a haze of smoke, face obscured underneath the shadow of Venetian blinds. A silent film devoid of color without a happy ending. Cigarette ashes crumble on the lapel of his jacket. Liquid amber spilled on the desk drips to the floor. Blank expression. Blank mind. Four surrounding walls without a door. A skeleton submerged in a vat of acid slowly vanishing from this world. Shadowed silhouettes grasp and strangle a man who doesn't put up a fight. A rose wilts on a table's edge. Windows, forever closed, frame a foggy and dismal world. Neon lights flicker outside. Promises broken. Dreams denied. Old photographs burn to ash. Muted voices from the past whisper secrets that echo and fade away. No exit. There's no escape.