B-----Iness

It doesn’t make sense, In a large room I am, Surprising unfurnished, The room suddenly burst into an inferno of sound, I shouted loudly, I couldn’t hear myself…. Diabolical it was…. It was then that I felt the chill, I was between the walls and the loud music, The tune was horrendous, I could not recognise it…… The music ebbed and flowed away slowly, Then the noise stops quickly, I was sweating, Cold sweat, Wearing a depressed expression, I had the time to look around me, Nothing, I saw void as void is….. This was at one time a cursed place, Where b-----iness took part by evil women, Those women, The same women, Who taunted me and placed me in here. This is the origin of fear, The place where anxiety takes over, The normal sense disappear. Why have I got into this awful place, Why did I think of the women? It was a long wait, I stood still, Persuasion to remain was not easy, I cannot prevent the situation, I wished I was heading for home, Yet where was my home, Did I have one? These demanding harnessed circumstance, Excluded me outside of mental signals…. I am in undeniable worse development I have ever encountered; The burst of light from spotlights above the room, Played wildly on my weary and old face. Women’s voices I heard loud and clear, “We are watching you!” Blackout came and I don’t know where I am!