Alone and Isolated

surrounded by walls the only light is beneath the crack in the door total darkness otherwise crimson blood runs down my arms smeared all over my face and eyes my hands are bound my fingers scratch at the dead-weed covered ground my legs; stretched tight by rusted chains eerie voices sound through the cobblestone walls i lay still, still as a doll my stomach is battered with open gashes from the whip slitting my skin as if it were butter the butterflies in my stomach no longer flutter they only sing dreadful songs in my ear instead like their reminding me, that my spirit is dead.