I lie in chains, in the darkness of my cell, not a single glimmer of light, not atleast in this place where I fell. I gently lift my head, staring at the nothingness around me, the weight and length of the chains not allowing me far, my hunger to leave this place not being fed. I hear the door open, in walk the guards, they stop at my cell and peer down at me, shaking the door hard. "Whats the matter?" they laugh and taunt, "Is the cell not comfy enough for you?" the spit at me, acting as if they know what I want. Finally a grin comes to face, "what was precious to me has been hidden from me", I say to them not facing, "the pain I felt from that, this will be nothing you see." In anger they open the door, coming it and commencing their beating, hitting and kicking me, knocking me onto the floor. "Then your emotional pain shall have a friend", one says with a grin, "Physical pain shall keep him company..." and therefore they claim a win. When they finally tire from it all, they give me one finally kick and punch, they lock the door back up, and I let my body fall. Bruises, cuts, and scars, more have been added this very day, I lay tears slowly coming down my cheeks, but not because of what they did no way. My mind is still on the precious hidden from me, how much it hurts that I can't find it, the thought of maybe never finding it again, all I can remember are the days when it used to be. All I can say is I wish it could be happy....
