Each Time I Wake,i Think, At Last,

They Can Pump Whatever They Want Into My Arm But It Takes More Than That To Keep A Person Going Once She's Lost The Will To Live.

Not Daring To Flee Since My General Location Has Just Been Broadcast To Any Killer Who Cares. I Mean, I Know It's Cold Out Here And Not Everybody Has A Sleeping Bag.

Its Not In My Nature To Go Down Without A Fight Even When Things Seem Insurmountable

And Then He Gives Me A Smile That Just Seems So Genuinely Sweet With Just The Right Touch Of Shyness That Unexpected Warmth Rushes Through Me.

I No Longer Feel Any Allegiance To These Monsters Called Human Beings, Despise Being One Myself.