Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27730508-20180228165207

Silence. It's what I hear everyday in my room, pondering life. They've concealed me in here, why won't they let me out? I'm just a poor soul, wandering in my depths of imagination. Why is all I can ask. No one breathing thing will answer. I'm not even sure where I am anymore. Am I still in where my very essence originated, or was I moved to a remote location? It confuses me. Almost no lights. One candle that'll go out at the end of the month. What'll happen then? Will they leave me to rot in the dark slowly? Or will they starve me to death? They'll kill me for sure. It's apparent now. 