the picture with the rain in the house by: Cardell

I SIT ALONE IN A FOUR CORNERED ROOM STARING AT CANDLES, CAMOUFLAGE BY THE SHADOWS OF DARKNESS BECAUSE WHAT I SUBCONSCIOUSLY FEAR IS THE LIGHT THAT'S WHAT I CAN'T HANDLE. THE LIGHT IT REPRESENTS TRUTH, AND I’VE BEEN IN DENIAL SO LONG I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE TRUTH DO. IT FEELS AS THOUGH IT'S RAINING INSIDE MY HOUSE OR MY BRAIN IS FRIED, IT COULD BE THAT THE LIGHT TRUTH HAS GOTTEN TO ME SO MUCH THAT THE HOUSE IS ME CRYING INSIDE,I'VE DONE THINGS IN THE NAME OF FOOLISH PRIDE, STOLE ROBBED ATTEMPTED TO KILL AND TOLD BIG LIES, PUFFED CIGARETTES DIPPED IN PHAMALDAHYDE, SO THESE PERKS XANNIES AND OXYS ONLY EASE THE PAIN WHEN I CHANGE FROM DR.JEKYLL INTO MR.HYDE.