lanaia74
Contently A Distraction
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Post by lanaia74 on Dec 13, 2006 5:43:54 GMT -6
What is this small thing I am waking up in? Everything smells musty, and the feel of the air is damp It seems I'm in a predicament that I will never win This seems like some sort of a small box,but there seems to be a light resembling a small light.
This place is so small that I can hardly move Chlostrophia helps matters none To get out of here what on earth do I have to prove? I want to get out of here and again on my face feel the sun.
There is some sort of power source because I can still breath the air So it seems my captor wants to keep me alive I should have never trusted that good-looking guy, the one that was blond and so fair He paid attention to me, and I went with him for a drive.
You violated my rights no matter what you might say He had been stalking me for weeks and knows my family has money I thought you were so nice, but your sick game I don't want to play Trusting you was my down fall, I had no feelings at the time I should flee.
If I live through this I will make sure you get caught You have no right to hold me against my will I will make sue by the authorities you are sought I will try my best to make sure my life you do not steal.
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