She's stuck in what she calls a prison,
Like somewhere a ghpst has risen,
The walls freezing cold and the roof dripping wet,
Her bed so small just big enough for a pet.
Her hair all tangled in all sorts of knots,
Her skin all covered in big blood clots,
Her bony so bony she hasn't eaten for days,
Her mind is turning into a maze.
The silence of the night,
Always gives her a fright,
Wondering when she will come for her,
But looks back nothing but a blur.
Voices echo off the walls,
She waits and listens to her calls,
She watches from her door,
But the victims screams no more.
The phyco's wash all as one,
Some think of it as bit of fun,
She's there, somebody help,
All you here is one big yelp.
There was no harm,
But carved in her arm,
Were the words not alone,
deep down close to the bone.
