insanities plea

Inside the walls an endless tone, a sound like no other, vibrations of past decent, a cold echoing shutter, the touch of boiling iron, causing erosion in its path, a distrustful feeling of sin, lungs fighting for air within , struggling against the ropes, ripped flesh, bare skin, screams casting out into the hall, bound by legs she did fall, broken cold, alone, fractured wrists, heart of stone, bruising a décor of colours now within her soul, trying to escape, this hell hole, these boards, scratching in agony against the dust and ruins, nails slit and torn, in darkness that they can't see, a tiny square of light is all that will ever be longing to see the end , begging for her sanity.