Sitting here in the gloom of this small and barred padded room with moonlight fractured through the trees and my bone white arms wrapped around my knees a giggle rising in my throat the blanked faced guards alert and taut
My mind is free if not me to wander happily were I want to be with thoughts of ropes and blades and pain deliciously throbbing in my brain
I giggle quietly once again and see the real me inside my brain with scarlet dripping from my teeth and wet pale flesh writhing beneath as I throw in more damp soil and in horror their faces recoil I whistle happily in my toil
Yet another soul I own as I lick the marrow from the bone and many many souls I took as many as letter in a book whose words would scream of pain and rage as easily as a turning page and as I begin to giggle once more it suddenly becomes a mighty roar as the dragon I become my prison guards begin to run
Up he stands and his wings unfold as blood and flesh stripe the walls he commands and all shall listen as pools of blood in the moonlight glisten
