I feel like I’m going insane,what is all this pain?

It’s eating away at my flesh,is this another test?

There is no happiness here,I fear the end is near

The test is messing with my head,why can’t I just be dead?Cause,I only pick dead flowers now,I have no power,but I have hope,I won’t mope,I’ll just succeed.

It’s me,is it really me?Or just another monster for the scientists to see?Blood blood,on the walls,very traumatic scene,can I heal?Whats the deal?Am I really free or will I need a key?Oh oh no…I’m running,I’m fighting,for my freedom,to get out this bloody kingdom,only red is the thing I see,I’m running,I’m fighting,for my freedom,from this bloody kingdom