She was running, running away but she know she could never escape she back in trap that she’ll die in. I watch her wake in the trap she cries out because she’s sick of the binding, the others laughing I feel pity on her soul. She’ll never get to live another life, her body trapped, mind free, soul stuck with me. The blood from her former self drips, drips, drips, onto the rusted floor her screams stop and her sprit now next to me, she died that night, but not completely dead. Just her body, not her soul or mind her mind free but her soul stays with me. Her soul cries to me to let her free but I do not listen.