Am I not pretty?
Chains clinking on the damp walls
Hands and legs bound
Blood oozing from nose and mouth
Skin covered with blisters
Blonde hair tangles and dirty
No one to hear you scream
No sense of time
Nothing to see
It is dark, it is always dark
Some days are lucky, finding water
Gulping the liquid from the packet
Only to vomit it out after tasting the drugs mixed with it
''What place is this?'' A raspy voice asks and is met with silence.
Oh what would a soul do to escape this darkness and see a little light
God answered the prayer and a bulb flashes to life
Looking at the face a shriek echo's throughout the dungeons
Placing one hand on my heart and the other on my scarred face I pretend to be hurt
''Why did you scream? They are only nails.'' I poke the one above my eye. ''I'm sure you'll like it too.
Am I not pretty?'' My laughter drowns the cries of my Ex-bestfriend.