Weird night...

Well, I suppose instead of sleep walking last night, I slept wrote.
I woke up the next morning with a pen in my bed, and a one page story that I have no recollection of writing. So, I thought I'd share what I wrote with ya'll.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? I can still hear my baby cry for help every single wretched night that I have managed to stay alive. They took him from me three weeks ago. I know not if he is alive or dead.
I know my purpose here. I am meant to die with the others. And today is the day.
They have cut my hair and stripped me of my clothes, shoes, dignity; my life. The others keep telling themselves they are apart of an experiment and everything is going to be okay.
I know the truth.
BANG. Another one has unsuccessfully escaped. I dare not look, for I have too many horrific images burned in my memory; my heart.
The others pile in one by one. Their screams are muffled by the door closing them in. Their reality has sunk in too late. The doors are re-opened as the scent of burning flesh dwells in my nostrils, and the screams are no more. The chamber is empty, hungry, ready to devour more.
"I'll always be in your heart", were my sister's last words before she walked into Hell. She is long gone.
My stomach is tossing and turning. There is no use trying to escape the monsters. It is too late. I know my purpose here. I am meant to die. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?