Two hundred feet below the br prostitutes are pruning whilst br the punters are prowling, br Like hunters on safari br eyes scanning the streets br in search of a catch. br In dark alleyways midnight br creatures meow br whilst the wind howls outside br her rain stained window. br br Concealed under last nights br debris, Sam sits alone br beside her lay blackened needles, br and pick on pot noodles. br A light flickers in horror. br A skeleton with damp marked br skin shakes, tapping its fingers br upon the sick stained floor. br Rythmically sounding out br the beat of the beaten. br br The abused now bieng the abuser br sits in piss, grimaces in bliss br whimpering weakly like a wounded br bird, wings broken hopelessly br fighting the inevitable. br br A forgotten someone br with a face of pain, br Samantha was once her name: br when she was loved and br cherished, when her hair br with all its cute curls, which br father would swirl around his br loving fatherly fingers. br br Sam slips away at 5am br with the weapon of mass br destruction still embedded br in her twig like arm. br written on her palm br the words br 'it will only stop when I am gone' br Samantha is now free, br At 5am she sleeps for eternity.