The Confusion of Infliction

I must admit dear, evil survives within my head, Monsters in the corner all painted shades of red. They walk among us yet you'd never know they're here, Spirits in the wind leaving whispers in our ears. Screams ringing in the darkness forever leading us astray, Replacing all our colored memories and fading them to grey. Laughter all around but we are alone, Strangers in this house but we're without a home. How could it be raining in this place when the ground is made of fire? You can blame it on us blame it on our desire. A world full of broken hearts means it's made of filthy flesh, They have our love guarded behind black barbed mesh. They smile at our pain with a twisted form of lust. Forced into the darkness to breathe an ancient dust. Is this love or is it pain that they keep inflicting? Should I have joy or should this be sickening?