Sitting alone in the desolate place
A place the sun cannot reach
Bird chatters sound like demons screeching
A chill runs down my spine
The willows reach for me
Grabbing me, strangling me
An escape not available to my eyes
I cry to myself alone
Fear and shadows are all I know
Inside of my prison
Cold and moist
Cigarette smoke lingers
Chasing the happy thoughts from me
Murder, rape, and insanity
The new world that has claimed me
Engulfed in all the evil of the world
Searching for the spark of hope
But finding none
I cry to myself alone
My tears nothing but weakness
Felt by all to exploit it
As they approach
All I feel is sorrow and helplessness
The bitter end feels near
Hoping it claims me quick
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