I am the creator
The curator of your dreams
I will play around inside your mind
Until nothing is as it seems
Branched on the spines
Of empty souls
Unable to walk or move
So much to prove
Painted walls of sadness
Torture dusted walls
Isolation of nothing matters
Empty darkness falls
Bring me your hurt
Let me explore your fears
It suffocates your brain
Where all it does
Is rain tears
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