He doesn't look scary, he's not one of those people they warn against.
He can't be, he's to nice.
But no, wait, I'm in his car.How did I get in his car?
No, mom, help me! I know I tried to run away, or did I just get in the car?
What is he doing, why can't I see? Oh god, help me please.
Oh god, there can't be god.
Because this man, I thought he was nice, hes taking me.
Bite, scratch, kick, punch.
Scream, cry. slap. He hurt me, mommy he's hurting me.
Now I'm in a room, is it a room, or is this hell.
But its too cold, too damp for hell. I swear I just touched someones hand.
Too cold. Whimpers in corners, cries from other rooms.
Helpless mewling from little girls too innocent
for the trials they're put through.
But am I one of those girls now? I never thought it would be real.
The door opens again, Is he coming back? Hes back. And there is someone with him.
Oh my mister Non existent God, this is too scary
Too scary too be real. And is that a knife
or is it my imagination.
Mommy , am I dead?