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In the devils' cauldron, sparkled with red, I lay, oh how confused I am, how come I've ended up here. Wishes that piled up were all I had; I wanted to laugh, wanted to be sad, wanted to feel love, just like the mated doves.

The molten red, it could burn off your head, but I just rested in it instead, mixing, mixing.

Boom!

A vehicle- larger than my house, bursts in, running over the cauldron and I.

It was strange, though the molten red rested on my skin, dancing with the blood, the cars toxins entering my lungs, not an ounce of heat crawled through my bed.

It was strange; I was in the devil's den, but not an ounce of what I'd known about the devil was here.

Was I really in the devil's den? If so, how did I even get in?

Vision warped into black; no longer was their blood. No longer was their magma. The large fuming metal tank was out of sight.

It was strange.

It was strange.

Ting!

Just as my vision warped to black, it warped to white.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!Ting! Ting!

I remember that day when they took it all away when I opened my eyes in the presence of the brightest of lights, reflected by the lightest white, frustrated by the clear spite. I could not move, couldn't make the slightest groove, only the shadows looming atop my delicate body, only the tears that dripped on me. The clanging metals and desperate cries- It felt as though they wanted to die.

But

I was taken away from my safe place.

Why did they take me out of my safe place?

Maybe their cold gazes started from day one,

Maybe this was why I hate the rays of the sun.

I remember the day when they took it all away...

Did they?