Etchings of a finer art engraved in my skin
Pain so tremendous why did I let them in?
The drops of crimson burning through the essence of my skin
Beating and pummeling like soft brown clay
Endless nights muttering, last attempts to pray
Whispering and taunting; there's nothing I can say
Looking through this blindfold to each new frozen beat
Arms are aching wildly while I'm tied here to my seat
My mind is black as I walk this darkened street
There's fuzzy mumbled voices that echo to my side
My feet keep on moving; I know I cannot hide
And in the darkened eyeholes I know that I've been spied
Excitement spills into the air, ghastly squeals of glee
Why are these creatures so happy to see me?
The gloom is still upon me and this evil I can't see
My body is alone now; my mind is not at rest
I know now with wonder that the last will be the best
As I feel a faint fluttering deep within my chest
No one can turn the page a couple pages back
When the two came knocking upon my door
When I greeted them well but I lie still on the floor
The laughter lies behind now and I face a choice of cares
Below an endless furnace, above never-ending stairs
I sit among my gravestones, deceived by my despairs
**just so there's no confusion, this person is not in two places at once, she has been attacked at home and so she is physically at home but her mind is sort of somewhere else. i'm sorry if that doesn't make sense**
