A painful reality where I am forced to endure.
With eternal misery and god like torture
With a beaten body and almost corrupt mind,
I drift in out of sanity at random times,
Looking for an escape that doesn’t exit
Pleading to my torturers to please stop this.
As they take the skin that covers my body
Rip my muscles till nothing but bone;
They reveal the real me.
The coward hiding in his own body.
Looking at my miserable form they laugh.
With the real me out they plunder my soul,
Cut bits and pieces off so that’ll never be whole.
And at the end of this torture I get back my skin
Till the next day when this will began again…