Wandering Soul

There she was..all alone..confined in a prison made out of thorns

shackled to the walls of loneliness and helplessness..What can she do??

“Thorns are there to protect you” they say..but that is far from the truth..

Suffocating her, oppressing her, and torturing her is what it does..

tearing her apart limb by limb until nothing is left but shreds of what was once her body.

Her corps is left alone to rot in the damp and cold prison cell.

Her soul departed from her body, but it is still clinging to the one place she hated the most..and she awaits

awaits those who caused her all the pain, fear, and sorrow, to come..

to realize the crime they’ve committed, and the slow and painful death they caused..

she awaits to claim her revenge.....