Sebekt

(This is very old, but I thought I would share it anyways. Please don't steal my work!) Prologue It was dark. My eyes darted from the dirty linoleum floor with its cheap decor, to the desk in front of me, and back again. The images were swimming around in my scope of vision. The small room was illuminated by a window somewhere to my right. Moonbeams spilled through revealing nothing of use on my current situation. I tried move my arms and noticed I couldn't, as I slowly came to terms with the present. There was a cold, thick  support beam against my back and my wrists were bound by a noisy metal chain extending somewhere beyond it. My head

I am crouched on this pile of deception Evading the sticky eager fingertips Holding tight to my beliefs Not letting one precious dream slip There's an anvil on my heart Slowly suffocating me The puppet master is hysterical I'm cutting ties so I can breathe With each attack I'm growing stronger Gathering knowledge upon the hill Gazing keenly over all the sheep Biding my time for the perfect kill -EFP