Prison
**Just something i wrote up to vent my frustrations after two weeks of straight work w/ not breaks and multiple chewing outs by my asshole boss. T.T
Generally what I felt like. This is written in the form of a prisoner having a conversation with himself. Just one of those things you do when you're alone. Me. myself, and I after all. xD
could have added a bit more detail, but im too lazy to do that right now. x3 Anyway, have fun, enjoy, and please, dont eat the little plastic bags, they're for the children. ^.=.^**
Fire... fire, burning... It feels like my scales are on fire. The pain, the pain is everywhere. I can't make it go away no matter how hard I try. Everyday its the same. Hour after hour. I sit in this cold, dank cell; trapped and without a way out. No window to ease my burden with just a ray of sweet sunlight. No warmth to chase away the cold. I suppose its just as well though. It would be more cruel to show me something that I could never have; could only hope for....
_Nothing could possibly live here. No light, the air is stale and distasteful. Only moss and mold here to keep me company, to talk to, to share my hopes and dreams with and to vent my frustrations. Every day my captors torment me and throw things down to me. A scrap of food here, a drop of water there, then they laugh when they watch me dive after it. Dive, that's rather hard to do in a 3x3x6ft cell. More oft than not they hurt me though. Throwing stones and glass down at me and laughing when I cringe in fear and pain, then replace the heavy metal ceiling to my cell, plunging me once again into darkness... _
darkness... the only comfort I that I now have...It makes all the pain go away, if only for a brief period before it all begins again. I wait eagerly for the darkness to come again, and lothe the presence of light. For now though I am safe in the comforting arms of the night, but I know that it will not last... nothing does...