Casa Carlito’s Toxic Dance

Casa Carlito breeds its curse. A toxic tango. A universe. Hydrogen whispers.

Backbone cracks. A ghostly pain that won't relax. Ozone's bites. A coughing spree.

Air feels thick. Can't let it be. Cry, cry,

cry. Ammonia's sting just burns deep. A hollow ring. Gas in the

air. No place to run. Casa Carlito's dance has just begun.

Sulfur's breath. It haunts the spine. A rotten egg. No friend of

mine. Ammonia tears. They flood my face. The burn of

fire. This cursed place. They twist and swirl. Unseen they creep.