The Sad Story of Nel

Out of society

Where one is shunned

By all and the Sun

For seeing nothing but filth

This World

While so full of life and vibrant with activity

Is nothing more then a sewer

Full of rats who scurry away

I hide in this place

Among the other rats

Taking refugee in darkness

For the sun burns my bones in ice

A disgrace to all

For i must hide

My thoughts and ideals

For others may not understand

This is what has become of me

THis is what you have done to me

This is what has befallen as my heart breaks

And the life of me bleeds out

Into the filth of the sewer

Where all of mankind may bath

Relishing in the blood

Of the one they tortured to death.