Saturized in her own blood,
nowhere to go.
She sits in the same place, every day.
She just goes with the flow.
Chains locking up her body, that's fitted to the chair.
The same drained out look and dirty knotted hair.
She will never explain how she feels, because she doesn't know how to talk.
And forget about her going anywhere, she will never be able to walk.
Another day in Morbid Hell.
Another long story, was hers to tell.
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