its cold and humid. plants are growing all around the room you're in. in front of you, is the part of you that you want gone. all of your fears and pains and insecurities. given form. it doesn't speak to you yet. it just sings a little tune to itself. over and over, "Closing eyes, My room is full of Spiders, ants, That want my rotten meat, It's humid I am full of spiders, Bite me until its painful, I sit lonely It's dark and hopeless, Will my body still be useful? I'm ashamed of all I am now, Make me cry until its painful, You smell of dead flowers, I smell of the sewer I rot in, I'm ashamed of all that I am now, And all I am now Is painful" what will you do to it...? will you kill it? let it rot away? or will you make amends with it? and give it peace once more...?