Whenever I am on my own. With a few spare hours of time. I like to go down to the cellar. Of my rat infested mind. Past the crumbling pillars. Where my subconscious likes to hide. Down deeper into the dungeons. Where my darker heart abides. He will always greet me. With that knowing little smile. Asking me to let him out. Just for a little while. We sit there silently talking. In the dampness and the cold. I wonder why I come here. If he will ever release his hold. If I should ever lose my way. In these corridors of my mind. That he would take control. Would be just a matter of time. But I like to come and visit. Where there is no light of day. Along the corridors of insanity. Where I sometimes lose my way.
Reason for writing:
He told it to me while I was down there.
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