Sitting in the dark,
The eerie silence
The empty space.
No light escaping from the bottom
Of the locked door.
I sit, my make-up staining my pale cheeks
In the farthest corner
Pulled inward as far as I can
I feel a thread away from insanity.
Clawing, pleading, determinded
My demons desperate to wound me farther
To deepen the scars on my wrists
There is no key,
Made of Brass, Iron, Steel or Copper
Their screams are endless
I cover my ears from their words.
Frantic eyes scanning the room.
I wish they would give up
yet they persist.
How long will they drive me deeper
Into the Darkness
How long until they find the key?
When will I be free?