The Scary Place Inside


The light above me is dim,
Pipes on the cold stone walls,
Other than the dim light I can't
See anything around me.

Smelling the rats everywhere they go,
The musty air coming through the bars above,
The rotting water from the pipes,
The mold growing everywhere.

The foods that they throw down,
The bread is almost as stale as the water,
The potatoes are as bad as the water,
The butter isn't any better than the rest.

I hear rats scurry across the floor,
Also their squeaking from unknown places,
The pipes will never stop dripping,
people above me can't hear even though I scream.

Small circle that has bars with the dim light,
Cool, damp marble floor I sleep on,
The bucket of water they throw down,
For me is like ice.

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