Agony [Graphic: Viewer Discretion is Advised]

The victim is chained, he stares

In this empty room bound to a chair

Dim light creates evil shadows

In the darkness enclosed

Forever, he is exposed

 

In the darkness he awaits

For his master to bring his torture case

When his master walks in

The procession can soon begin

The agony is excruciating

As blade rips through flesh

Exhilarated and insane

He watches old wounds turned fresh

 

He is but a slave turned into meat

Saw shreds through his bone

As the blood mixes so sweet

His master cracks a whip from his throne

As the slave whispers prayers and groans

 

He is tortured and beaten

Could be dead, but heart still beating

His master enjoys splitting slave’s skin

And finds joy in tormenting slave’s kin

 

The master stands with hands stained

As the slave lays with arms chained

The master’s lust never satisfied

As the slave lies here, waiting to die

 

Body raw, meat severed

Blood dripping, still waiting

The slave is powerless to struggle

As the master prepares to separate muscle

 

Tools spread out, gloves on

The surgeon starts at dawn

Slave closes his eyes and braced

For what comes next he couldn’t face

 

One by one, he cuts tendon

And severs muscle with his weapon

He scrapes and stabs, tears asunder

The slave roars, mighty as thunder

 

Last comes the gutting

As the surgeon grabs his bucket

Then tears open intestine

One by one slave loses section

 

The slave passes from the world

As his blood gushes upon the floor

The master wipes off the gore

And throws away the meat he tore

 

The sun rises upon a new slave

The master threw the old one away

We placed a stone upon his grave

Simple and round, not engraved

 

The master was ignorant with his old ways

For the new slave was powerful and brave

The next morning, a new hole was made

After a night of agony, the master was laid

Inside his own shallow grave