My Torturer - Bloodbath

Face down in a plastic covered room I awake

My entire body’s screaming from excruciating pain

Abducted and kept in here for days on end

Defined to the mind of a man so vile

I’ve been beaten and burnt, molested and carved in

He has peeled the skin off my back with a plane

And with a 40-inch lead pipe and excessive force

He’s turned my hands and knees into gore

Compulsive cruelty

My body’s a canvas for his urge

A sick mind emerge

In this desperate time of need to god I turn

May my torturer’s flesh in hell forever burn

A fierce panic sets in, as a new run begins

A sickening sensation as the drillbit meets the skin

Leaving gaping holes for my insides to pour through

My cries in vain «please end the pain» spur him on even further

And then a fretting sting as the acid’s poured in

A wretched sound of hissing my organs frying within

Force-fed my daily drug to keep infections from spreading

To extend the time of torture till

I remain no more

Nothing left to hold on to

All hope has faded away

Unheeded are all my cries

Begging for my demise

A painful path into the ground

Never to be found