As I lay here I look towards the filth on the ceiling, this place hasn't been cleaned in months I thought. My back had been feeling really stiff for a while now I think I should get it checked out.
The sting in my tearless eyes is everlasting as it blurs my vision. My chapped lips are still unable to speak.
Someone put me here, a man in his mid-life, I had been able to scream then. My eyes were filled with tears too, the stiffness wasn't there before.
Before this man stabbed me in my dark cold heart.
Time is untold as I cannot see my watch, I bet it has began to rust in the decaying flesh of my wrist.
But I do know it has been a while and someone will find me soon.
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Abundance of Awesome
Short StoryWithin this book are many peices of writing; poems and short stories. There is no fixed genre so there should be a genre for everybody in this book. All of these are written by me... Enjoy
