Chained to a dark dry wall of a cave.  
Nothing to be seen but the shadows that are projected onto this wall.  
The shadows are demons dancing behind me.
I can see these shadows because the flaming,
fierce fire behind me glows bright in this dark cave.
But…  I can not see the luminous light this fire has to offer,  
nor can I see the creatures that taunt me behind my back.
Left to be alone,
  an absence of companionship draws me to the conclusion that I will die alone.
Years of yelling,
wallowing,  whaling cause my voice to become dry and faint.
All I have to maintain survival is a  puddle that is filled every so often with rain water that leaks from the roof of the cave.
One day in winter the fire blows out,  
This cold is cruel and I catch every detail of pain as my body starts to burn from this weather.  
"This is it…  this is my only way of freedom"
As I close my eyes and begin to count down I drift away into a sleep…