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She’s sitting in the corner of a filthy room
As large as an expired sardine package
All around her is dark and exhales gloom
Vital smells of vomit – Insanity’s hostage
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The deafening, echoing ticking of a clock
Very little time before they’re unleashed
A haunting past, memories to unlock
Chained to the walls, by inner demons besieged
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Time is running out, they will soon come for her
Claiming to want to free her from her wise dementia
But she knows better, they’re planning to rape what’s left of her
The image of their electric hands on her body brings her nausea
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Her intense heartbeats race with the monotony of the ticking
She wished she would just die at once of some heart attack
But there’s no escape – Heavy footsteps at the door – They’re coming
Fighting but the chains are stronger…Chills paralyzing her back
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The footsteps passed her door – What the fuck is happening?
Silence falls but creepy noises in her head continue to grow
Not her turn yet – Another year to spend in this cold cell – Rotting
The red digits of the clock reset: 30758400 seconds to go
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That was one year ago, yet still so vivid in her decaying mind
No more than five seconds till the ultimate, cold-blooded execution
She’s grimly indifferent this time – Longing to be free of this smell, this dark, this bind
The same heavy footsteps at the door - They stop. They continue - Eternal infection