if i could wipe away..the tears from my eyes
i can give it another try
i can work the clasp...to be free at last
not the type of clasp i am acustom to
on a fine gold chain around my wrist
but one of heavey iron
the one that has me chained to this cold cement floor
oh the blood...the swelling..where am i..?
why am i here..?
the pain in my wrist..is unbearable
how long....how long (crying)
(screaming now)..help me..somebody please...
i know this smell
i know it well
musty...damp
i must be in a basement...
i am not perfect in any way...but why..?
i have never hurt anyone..
help...me......
all i can hear is the blood...rushing
my ears throbbing
i can not free my self...
why is this happening to me
what morbid son of a ***** could he be
i can't remember anything...i don't know my name
please..........(crying)
it's so dark...a sliver of light
seems like night
possibly coming from what was once a window
blackened long ago
the harder i try to free myself
the worse the pain is...
(scream)......what..?
why am i shaking so bad....what
oh my god i can see
mom...
what happen..?
i think you were having a dream....
your bracelet is caught on the nightstand..drawer handle
are you ok honey.....
no i'm not...i was somewhere i have never been
and will never....ever wear jewlery to bed..
again.......
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
if i could wipe away..the tears from my eyes
i can give it another try
i can work the clasp...to be free at last
not the type of clasp i am acustom to
on a fine gold chain around my wrist
but one of heavey iron
the one that has me chained to this cold cement floor
oh the blood...the swelling..where am i..?
why am i here..?
the pain in my wrist..is unbearable
how long....how long (crying)
(screaming now)..help me..somebody please...
i know this smell
i know it well
musty...damp
i must be in a basement...
i am not perfect in any way...but why..?
i have never hurt anyone..
help...me......
all i can hear is the blood...rushing
my ears throbbing
i can not free my self...
why is this happening to me
what morbid son of a ***** could he be
i can't remember anything...i don't know my name
please..........(crying)
it's so dark...a sliver of light
seems like night
possibly coming from what was once a window
blackened long ago
the harder i try to free myself
the worse the pain is...
(scream)......what..?
why am i shaking so bad....what
oh my god i can see
mom...
what happen..?
i think you were having a dream....
your bracelet is caught on the nightstand..drawer handle
are you ok honey.....
no i'm not...i was somewhere i have never been
and will never....ever wear jewlery to bed..
again.......
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