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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cellar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve been a prisoner in this smelly unlit cellar for three days now, <br>I’ve got to try and find a way out, but I don’t know how. <br>With nothing to eat or drink since I was thrown into this place <br>I’m beginning to see weird things that are not common place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My foot keeps being touched and I think it might be a rat, <br>and right now a rat could be a meal, and I could go for that. <br>If it touches me again I’ll try and catch it, and bite off its head; <br>what am I thinking about I couldn’t eat a rat, I’d rather be dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve got to eat or drink something before I go completely mad <br>and when I think more about it, that rat doesn’t seem so bad. <br>I can see large silver coloured spiders crawling up the wall, <br>I’ll see if I can catch one... Damn it! I’m much too small. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let’s face it I’m going to die in this damp, darker than night cellar, <br>all because of my lust for a woman, and her psychotic fella. <br>She teased and seduced me, and her boyfriend wasn’t too pleased, <br>when he entered the room and caught us at it, with me on my knees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He must have hit my head really hard to have knocked me out, <br>and now I’m in this cellar where no one can hear me shout. <br>What happened to his gorgeous girl friend I just don’t know, <br>maybe they rode off into the night after leaving me so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sick of just sitting here; I’ll hunt for that rat around the floor, <br>maybe I’ll get lucky and find it, or something else to gnaw. <br>Oh my God! I can feel something lying by the side of the wall.., <br>I reckon it’s the girl; she’s stone cold, and been tied up in a ball. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can feel deep into her skull and she’s still tacky with blood. <br>If I’m to survive I may have to eat her… No! I never could.., <br>but if I don’t I will die of starvation.., a slow agonising death... <br>I can smell her blood on my fingers, and taste it on my breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel ashamed having to eat raw human flesh to stay alive, <br>but I would feel worse if people knew, and I didn’t die. <br>I can hear that rat gnawing away on the guy’s dead girlfriend. <br>Will I be the rat’s last meal..? Is that how it all will end?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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With nothing to eat or drink since I was thrown into this place 
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