The shadows dance
As the walls flicker their devious smiles.
The eyes dart around, mocking my pettiness.
Her grin burned into my mind. Her hands move, tugging the strings of my vessel. Puppetry of the lost soul, oh how it hurts. But I must keep the smile stitched in. I mustn't show this agonizing pain, even though all the wounds are bleeding. Bleeding sorrows of the beaten child tyranny.
"Please don't mommy, I'm scared."
I hit that inner child once again. She hits me with her venomous words, and she sinks her fangs deeper into my chest.
She greedily slurps up every sense of hope left in this decaying body.
I must keep it together.
Don't tell, don't show.
I'm fine.
All the flashing colors violating my eyes and mind. The light screaming it's regrets at me.
Her claws keep raking my body. The shades of red splattering across the floor. Her parasites are devouring me, bursting through my skin. Everything is burning.
The ceiling whispers how ashamed of me it is. Invisible beetles crawl all over my skin, their pincers pinching and gnawing on my pathetic flesh.
I look out at the only sources of hope left, they're so far. My feeble hand shaking as it tries to reach out towards that light that I've longed for so long. A voice strikes my hand again, another bruise to the collection, another dull tear to shed. I collapse to the rusted metal floor, as She grabs the cage,
And takes me away
Deeper into the draining void
