A brewing thunderstorm
Rain pelting down on you
Even as you're chained down
Even when you hear the whip being brought out
You struggle
You cry
You turn to stone
Chained down
Left alone
None helped you
What do you expect?
The whip slices through the air
And lands upon your back
Blood trickling down your sides
You flinch
As it is brought down
Time and time again
You cry out
Then, it stops
You're weak now
Left to rot
The rain pelting harder upon your bare skin
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
Strikes your heart
You hurt
You hear footsteps
The doors slam shut
The waters rise
Until you drown
Drown in hopelessness
Pains and terror
Anger and stress
But by bit you
Begin to drown
In blood stained tears
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
