Here I am - nothing but my looks captivated in this never-ending prison.
Not my soul, not my laugh, not my intentions.
Here I sit - with nothing left and by no choice of mine.
Doomed here the by the man I loved dearest.
Here I wilt - simply because he deemed it so.
Everything taken from me by the thrust of his will.
Here I die - slowly, watching events unfold,
Unable to stop this excuse of a man, excuse of a world
Eventually, they will die as well, sad shells that they are
And when they do mercy will not be forthcoming.