the air is being sucked out of my lungs, the water flushed out of my eyes.
my voice regresses into a black empty stomach, and my machine hands have more glitches in the circuitry than they had when they were newer.
a shakey head and rickity legs and there is some kind of soot embedded in the skin...so there are sharp irritations in and around the arms and neck.
i can't reach anyone
and no one can reach me.
if i had a gun i might use it for a door.
the morning is very harsh on my nerves, and i have to see it everyday now. there has been little hope in escapeing anything these days. the only sound i ever make is the rattleing of my cage.
i want to breathe fire and have 6 inch claws...horrid vicious fangs, and a two ton tail. the havok that has been put on me...i want to put back on others one thousand fold...and a roar that shakes the mountains.