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.
