Decay

“In a room filled of thorns,
I sit,
Naked,
Alone,
And afraid,
As I am
Surrounded,
And entwined,
In a thorny embrace,
I try to find some,
Comfort,
But with,
Each moment,
The thorns,
Only tear,
Away,
At my flesh,
Even,
When I try to resist,
They grow,
And curl,
Around my throat,
Making sure,
Their serrated edges,
Cut into my skin,
My blood,
Is their fuel,
And the more,
I try to escape,
The more blood is shed,
But when,
I am still,
I can hear,
A voice,
Beyond,
These walls,
Whispering,
Come now child,
Don’t resist,
Come now child,
Let the fear,
Take over,
Come now child,
Why don’t you submit,
I don’t listen,
To them,
But sometimes,
I lay still,
In a thorny embrace,
Taking a moment,
To breath,
And watch,
My blood,
Fall,
Someday,
I hope to escape,
But for now,
I will,
Sit,
Once more,
In these thorny walls,
Naked,
Alone,
But unafraid,
Because,
I know,
Deep down,
I have the strength,
To break free” ~ random poem