T W I S T E D

Chains, they bar your delicate ankles and bird like wrists , soft yet sturdy cuffs keeping you from harming yourself, like you harmed him. Your lover. First you wound up in prison, survived the electric chair four times, then ended up locked away in an asylum. It wasn't supposed to end this way, sapphire blue eyes now dull from all those pills they have you on. No matter how much they drug you and tie you down nothing can stop the screams, they sound inhuman, strange keening like sobs leaving your throat in the night as your trapped by the demons you created. Your unstable , it's not hard to tell, your pretty eyes sparking to life at the smallest of sounds hands dolling out death. blood painting your walls, such pretty pictures. No one comes to visit you now, no ones that stupid. It's over in a flash, then you have another paint source , a fresher one . Good thing your the only one left now, the asylum abandoned. It's just you now, alone in that locked room. Your only trying to protect yourself from a ghost that's not really there anymore you can't help that people remind you of him so much that you just... snap.