人身供犠の詩

I wonder how many days have passed since I got locked up in here.
I've stopped counting. I've lost the desire to count.

I'm not restrained by ropes or chains.
I haven't said or done anything to warrant this.
The fox-eared guy will occasionally hold my hand, caressing it gently.
That's all he does. Nothing more, nothing less.
But still, he won't let me out.