Tuesday, 1 November 2011

lacey white

I said "stop please".
but they didn't. The blows to the flesh continue and the cuts to the heart go on. I don't know why they do it to me. Me, just Lacey White, me. Frail, tiny, ghostly white, me. I never did anything to them...
But you'll save me, won't you?

I can't understand why I'm locked here all alone like a helpless bird without any wings. The hardest thing about being a wingless bird is no matter where you are, you're trapped.You need somebody to carry you. So why aren't you carrying me out of here? Out of this dark, putrid gloom. 
I am afraid, afraid for me. Will I always be Lacey White or will the darkness of this place press me into a cold, dark being? Save me, or I will never be Lacey White again. Would you miss me? Would you want Lacey White back again? 
They say they'll set me free one day, but I know it's not true. They're never true. They have black filthy hearts. You are the only one who can save me. So why don't you?

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