I see your fake life and it disgusts me
Despite your pleas, this is how must be
You’ve thrown away the gifts you were given
You will suffer before you’re forgiven
You awaken from your paralyzed state
As a small white puppet tells you your fate
I sit and I watch you perform my test
Ignoring your screams of fear and protest
You don’t have much longer to stay alive
How much blood will you shed to survive?
As the timer begins, I hold my breath
Wondering what you fear more: pain or death?
I listen closely to hear screams of pain
Because that means that you are alive again
But you before you can win, you hesitate
You see your mistakes, but it’s all too late
I hang my head, and begin to lament
You’re just another failed experiment
I go into the room and carve out a piece
To mark what would have brought you your release
I leave the room, with intent to collect
The person to serve as my next subject