Memories tangled with incessant thoughts of my mind
Breeding misery within the walls of my skin
Through my eyes, see the demon hidden
Killing me unhurriedly, leisurely and grins
Then gives a lonely drop of pleasure
To enliven my soul enough for
A fresh form of torture
Broken bones, punctured lungs
Torn muscles, bruised face
Swollen eyes, miniature fractures
I beg for death, he offers a laugh
I smile and he punches the wounds
I weep and he politely orders parodies
My screams and wails form his melodies
I impetrate for life, he offers deathless deaths
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