Gates of Hell April 19 2010

Insanity is the essance, that helps define my identity. Open the flood gates to h*ll, for a little peak into my reality. Tortured by the vivid dreams, racing through my mind. Stuck in a trance, frozen in fear, I feel so left behind. Locked down with metal shoes, chained against the wall. Nowhere to turn, no options to take, my turn to take the fall. I look down there's nothing there, but the fiery pits of hell. The flames so bright they are blinding me, as I hide behind my exterior shell. Protected only for a moments peace, to put my mind at rest. Accepting that this is it for me, I have definatly been put to the test. A small glimps into my file, tell me, "What do you see?" Insanity, anger, sorrow and pain, the true depths of me.