Do what my eyes now see?The darkness laden;
My pain adorning it’s broken crown.
Chemicals running through miles of body,
the torture won’t stop ‘til answers are there.
Blood dripping: solace from agonies grip,
the interrogators: suspected sadists.
Smiling sadists together inside the room
means preparation for bodily doom.
The madmen ask about secrets
worth dying to protect. My living, or others?
Morality’s question. The simple answer
floats in shadows. Sadists waiting for their
answers: “Suck it, sadists”, my reply.
Needles waiting for those words continue now my torture.