• sorrow spreads like wildfire
    as gloom pours over her shoulders
    a shiver runs down the length of her spine
    leaving her cold
    she gazes around her
    looking for the way the out
    looking for a door, a passage, a key
    she searches until she has found a door
    long and painted with blood
    the hope inside her grows bright
    after years of torture she will finally be free
    she lays her hand on the door
    it burns
    but she doesn't let go
    she slowly opens the door
    only to find that it was a trap
    she falls in going deeper into the pain
    deeper into the agonizing torture

    she knows that that this is the end of life
    she will never be released
    in her mind she has died
    the worst death off all
    years of hating life, hating her self and hating the people around her

    now she lies at the end of the route
    hell..
    she curls into a ball and waits for the tears to come
    but her eyes are dry
    she waits for the demons to come
    to come and take her soul
    and punish her
    this is her life
    and she did nothing to earn it