Torturer

Torturer

A Poem by Hachamecha

Pain

Death

Torture

 

These words are just made up of letters

Letters that make up words

But it’s the meaning that frightens the most

 

I am a torturer

I torture for information

I torcture cause I have to

I torture men in formation

 

They give me the clue

To start the pain

 

They give me the the signal
to finish me off

 

Not all people like me

Are ruthless

Sadist

Heartless

 

The tortured screams

They don’t give me anything

They don’t give me pleasure

 

I know pain

Pain is something I can measure

 

Phisically

I feel no pain

Mentally

I am in my own Hell

 

A soul is not to sell

But miine is already sold

A very long time ago

 

Phisically

I do not feel

Pain?

Pain is me

 

Mentally

I am insane

Happiness?

What is that?

 

Many despise me

All they can see

Is a torturer

 

Eyes lost of hope

Pale and mute

I have become

The ones I tortured

© 2011 Hachamecha


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It's very sad, makes my heart drop to an abyss of nothingness...It's very superb.

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Hachamecha
Hachamecha

Ledyard, CT



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