"... tortured."

Locked inside a cage,
I try to escape.
A shrilling scream reaches me,
and I turn just in time to see.

A tortured soul.
Lying there in a puddle of blood,
scratching her face, 
her body encased in ripped lace.

And I know,
that someday that will be me,
lying in a puddle of blood,
encased in the lace,
that was my happy day to be.

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