My resistance brought me here, to this hole, this chamber, this casket, padded with demons screaming to get out. They don’t hear them but I do, inside my head, calling me name, telling me my fate but I refuse to believe, See I know the truth and I know what they do. I’ve been there, I've felt it. So now im here locked away, a product of my fighting, my constant struggle with reality has shut me away. In a padded cell for my protection, I don’t need protecting, im sane within my own right, I mean I'm alive though just barely, with it, almost certainly. I've given up trying to escape. There’s no way out for me, I’ve tried thousands of times, my blood stains the walls were I’ve tried to claw out, im not crazy, I know who I am, im jus being held captive by my mind, and by them. I know they watch me, jus like I watch me. I stand there, look back at myself and I see their product, im a child of their drugs and tests. I see me crying at night wishing to be free; I hear my self calling out at night in my nightmares, wishing for this reality to end.
I'd love to be able to say that I can escape in my mind, though my mind is scarce with imagination, baron with ideas. I've given up trying to save myself, my attempts have only gotten me here, bound by this jacket and locked away from humanity. Pumped full of drugs that im finding hard to resist. Im here now, and willing to take whatever punishment you give me, though im immune to all attempts. I've survived this, though im not sure how. Maybe it’s their drugs that keeping me alive, keeping me here to me can be studied, so throw what ever punishment you like it me, i'll still be here to tell the story of how you tried and failed to kill what has already been killed
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This British Bitch has a Bite worse than her Bark
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