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Out of The Warehouse

Rip,
piece by piece.
Layers from
underneath.
Measure each pulse
with the sound
of your breathing.

The Facet is
leaking,
it drips...
drops...
An empty
warehouse with
nothing,
Just terrorizing
memories,
the flash backs...
they won't stop.

The entrance to
the dungeon.
The wallpaper is
peeling off.
I hear echoed
memories of chain,
and checked my wrist
if they were really
on.

Nightmares, dreams and
hallucinations
of a little girl.
Chained to the ground,
covered in nothing
but bruises, blood,
and dirt.

A filthy bed
is tossed in a
corner.
Dried blood decorate
it's seams.
I stand here,
but I can't shake off
the haunting
of her poor little screams.

Though,
this place is now
empty of everything,
but the facet sounds.
She'll always be
here,
trapped here.
There's no way out of
the Warehouse.


I can't believe I haven't been here for 2 weeks. I barely survived.
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