A story of recognition

It starts off in a wrecked apartment Clustered and dismembered Locked chains of sanity have embodied this house But you are here; you feel at home Obsolescent dust particles inhabitant this horrification Enable rights wouldn’t dare to destroy this disaster Petrified of the local legends of the three-eyed giant Whose Pleasures are to consume the life of mortals at his liking You hear a noise, a giant screech, but you do not panic For when do you believe in such tales of horrid beast? Thus, to compare to anything you have ever seen in your life So you stroll around in this banishment of a house Trying to pass the time, Destroying everything you see Now that you are fatigue you start to exam the things you have broking Picking up things of the floor, you must have impaired your vision Because it seems that you are not seeing clearly any more You find shattered pieces of glass scattered amongst the floor You pick up a few pieces to only discover that you where the local legend