I sit here in silence.
Bloody, beaten and bludgeoned.
Naked, and violated and without another
Here to save me from my death.
I sit here in silence.
Ready to take my last breath.
My head is light,
And I’m without sight.
But wait, who’s this?
What’s that I hear?
A small young child,
Perishing from fear.
I hear her curled in the corner alone.
Weeping quietly of the torture she’s undergone.
“What did they do?” I ask with honest care.
“They raped me, cut me, then left me here.
Here to die, and suffer through
Their sick, and twisted, gross abuse.
The room is silent,
Once again.
I’m forced to focus
On the pain throughout my limbs.
My broken rib,
And punctured lung.
The skin torn to shreds,
And my bashed in head.
I feel the blood trickling down,
My face, my legs, and to the ground.
Light and dizzy I bow my head.
Breathe in, not out, now I am dead.
~Not sure with this one. Be harsh.
