There is no life here, only existence and death.

Bodies and souls rot amongst the skeletons of the weak.

There is no light;

No kindness;

No warmth;

No joy;

No good.

There is only pain;

The cold bite of concrete on bare flesh;

The memory that this is not the way it always was.

But there is hope;

An angel come to save us;

To save me;

My Angel of death.

He will help me get revenge;

Against the ones that held me here;

The one that let go of my hand;

I was just a child.

He will pay.