August 10, 2008
Tied up in this empty room,
While you make me wait for my slow painfull doom.
You starve me and I really must eat,
And when I scream for help, you rush in, and my body gets beat.
You love me with torture and pain,
Paralyzed in this bed, for days I've lain.
Nightfall comes and I hear the sound,
Of footsteps on the floor, the heavy pound.
This time there's two, no, three,
I beg them just to kill me.
Something cold, cold and sharp slips across my breast,
The weight of this one's body makes my resistance less.
As I scream and cry, they drink and laugh,
Cut out my tounge, rip my heart in half.
Thrown in a river, I sink to the bottom,
I died a year ago, in Autmn.

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