Diary of the Mad

White room Eight fifty two Hate here looms Follows you First day It is near Can’t stay Developing fear He is here All around Demon seer Can’t be found White room Seven twenty three Death so soon No not for me They came today It got cleaned They went away My markings seen Little boy stalks I can see He goes for long walks Around about me White room Five eleven I seen moon His age is seven Screaming Drowning in mud Him seeming To be my blood White room Two zero one Light tomb Soothe say fun White room zero ten Take his boon Ending sin Room zero