Hehe, this idea came to me at midnight, no lie. I seriously turned on my light and looked at my clock and it said 12:00 am. So I don't know how I feel about this poem.
Criminal Minds i do not own...
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There He Sits
There he sits
Beaten
Bloodied
Broken
In a chair
Chained
Chastised
Choked
Just been told
Say
Saying
Said
He wouldn't be there
No more
No more
No more
To see the sun
Warm
Warming
Warmth
Another day
And again
And again
And again
To see the team
My friends
My friends
My family
No, not today
No more
No more
No more
So there he sits
Drugged
Dreaming
Drowsy
Shocked and worn
Gonna die
Gonna die
Gonna die
Feeling blue
Cry
Crying
Cried
And feeling torn
Rip
Ripping
Ripped
He sits in dirt
Digging
Digging
Digging
With no hope left
No more
No more
No more
To be put underground
Down
Down
Down
No one around
Down
Down
Down
No hope left
No hope
No hope
No hope
To endure
Please
Please
Please
This torturous death
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die…
LIVE
…
So this little mousy went WEE WEE WEE all the way to the review button