Mustn't
By K chan
Mustn't. Mustn't. Mustn't. Four walls. Ten steps. This way. That way. Darkness. No smell. No food. No water. I'm lucky. I'm dying. Mustn't. Mustn't. Mustn't. Can't think. I'll lose it. Go insane. That way. Is madnes. Ten steps. Featureless. No ceiling. No people. It's quiet. Mustn't. Mustn't. Mustn't. Exercises. Illusions. Eyes close. Straining. Striving for. Strength. Hair grows. Time dies. Wish that. I could.Slightly odd. Written with one of my new stories in mind - it starts off with a frightening prolouge about a man trapped in a cell with no doors, no ceiling, no light, no anything. Four walls and a floor, ten steps wide each way. He's decided that if he thinks, he'll slowly go insane .. *Ah-hem* Yes. Now that I've terrified you all about the state of my twisted little mind, this poem is for the same story that my Challenge is related to. Go check that out, too. .. .. Well? What are you still reading for? Comment on this and go see my Challenge! Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 05:38 PM PST 0 • 10
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