A place where death is known
Full of tools
The stench of blood is overwhelming
But they don't care
It's the way they have "fun"
Enjoy listening to you scream
They laugh as they beat you
Cut you, inflict pain on your being
This is pure torture
They do this for hours at a time
There is no escaping this
You feel yourself becoming numb
Your heart slowly becoming weaker
The blood leaving your body
You can hear it
The laughs of pure evil
And as you look into their eyes one last time
You see the sick amusement there
Then everything goes dark
Your soul is drifting away
In the darkness where the others are
The other girls who died by there hand
The ice filling your veins
There is no peace here
There is nothing
YOU ARE READING
The Room
شِعرThis is second poem and this one is a little more dark. So tell me what you think of it. Vote and comment and I'll be posting another one up soon. Thanks you!!!
