Night time is the time ghosts come out
The time im free
Murderers run around the streets
Sometimes people dont know the murderers are there
But i do
They yell at me
Freak
Insane child
Maybe i am
I've died before
Suicide attempt
They brought me back though
Wish they hadn't
I loved hell
It was so nice
Very peaceful
Hearing screams of pain
Watching people be tortured for trying to escape
Even torturing them myself
Hell should have been my home