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For all the tortured souls around the world, spare a thought.


Submitted:Feb 16, 2008    Reads: 1,308    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The air is damp, the room is black
A glint of light from the curtain crack
Am I still alive, or maybe I am dead
Thoughts rushing around inside my head
The flashing lights and drumming sounds
Serve to hurt my head, aching compounds
Mouth so dry and taste abhorrent
Mind spirals downwards in a torrent
Retching, heaving, stomach feels like mire
Hopeless feelings, condition dire
Heavy chains around ankles and wrists
Skin sore and bleeding, pain persists
The stench of stale air fills the room
Mind still spinning, filled with doom
Body sore and bruised, bones they are aching
With soul destroyed my heart is breaking
Who is this person that keeps me here?
Is it some mortal being, or just my fear?
As the door creaks ajar a shadow appears
Plunging needle in arm, mind disappears
Mind awakes; eyes open to the status quo
To the Lord I pray, please let me go




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