Here I was, being held captive
In an old rotted basement, with no air to breathe, what good is that to give.
If he doesn't kill me, I will most probably die in here amongst the terrible scent.
My legs are sore and bruised from all that torture my body had went through.
It's so terrible inside here, I bet you others have been down here to.
My mind keeps going back to the day I first had awoken in this rotted place.
I still haven't seen his face.
He slips my food under the matted door.
It's like I have been here before.
I have no idea what he wants with me.
All I know is I will never be let free.
If I disobey him, he will shock me with an electrical system.
I am scared that every day could be my end.
I long for those beautiful sunny days.
I long for the sound of music and my mothers funny ways.
Every day it's the same thing, it's like he has an agenda for his life.
The only sounds i hear are the dripping sounds of his pipes.
Every once in a while i hear him scream,
Or maybe it's just a dream.
Sometimes I think I am living through my nightmares.
You know I have a lot of that in here.
It's like I am in jail, but for life.
Whatever did I deserve to be living in his strife.
I have a lot to think about living in this hell.
But that's my story, and only mine to tell.
©terrylin53
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