TorturerA Poem by HachamechaPain 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 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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1 Review Added on November 29, 2011 Last Updated on November 29, 2011 AuthorHachamechaLedyard, CTAboutI don't write much anymore. I will though. I'll find my muse. She just died along with my will. 39~ -Hachamecha more..Writing
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