A/N: I was reading some Alex Rider fanfics about him being either tortured or captured when an idea came to me. Maybe i could do the same, except what i'm doing is a poem. So enjoy it, and if it sucks, well sorry!
Disclaimer: Hmmm, i don't own Alex Rider, thou he's not mentioned by name here, anyways i don't own him.
Captured
Sick of the hunger that I dread, they beat me up and go to bed.
Every night you can hear a child crying, there's no escape, it's not worth trying.
How many times has it thought of its death, that the child thinks it's his last breath.
The poor thing is everyday abused, but the captors are never amused.
Time is ticking, time is passing. The child doesn't think much of its harassing.
When bed time comes and he's asleep, he doesn't do much except count sheep.
When nightmares come and he wakes up in sweat, he doesn't think much of the horrors he's met.
The next morning when his captors come back, he decides he hates being treated like a rucksack.
So he plans of the murder of his captors.
Oh no! He's too young, but he doesn't think of it as something wrong.
So he prepares to take a gun, he shoots and then begins to run.
He doesn't think much of his killing spree. All he can think about is he's free!
A/N: Sorry if it sucks your ducks away. I was hoping that it rocks your sucks off but if that isn't the case *shrugs* i can't do much. I'm told i'm talented to make poems that rhyme, but i need to know what you think of it, i can't really rely on my parents, now can I? Sorry for taking your time if this wasn't as good as you expected, at least lave a Review to tell me how much I suck! XD