Welcome To Hell

A sin so dirty, so vile, so filthy
It can never be scrubbed clean
Something so forebodingly evil
Something so morbidly obscene

What did I do to deserve this hell?
How did I wind up in this place?
In this place the living never rest
In this place the people have no face

And the faceless go on without a hope
Without an identity, no will of their own
A slave to the memory of their abuser
A slave to the life they had once known

I want to go on with my life
But I am so terribly afraid . . .
Of what the future may hold
Of the price that has to be paid

So I will stay here for awhile
Not daring to ever be moved
Waiting for my savior to appear
Waiting, ever cautiously, to be removed . . .