Tied up to this chair,
With a blindfold.
This where the end unfolds.
Though i could be wrong...
It's what i assume,
I start to feel pain
Acid bringing the rain
It burns and i have blood stains.
In this chair i can feel
Once i took the seat
I got beat.
My mouth is tied up,
With a bandana
I can't scream loud enough,
I can't scream loud.
I feel the pain,
Of two kinds.
I can't scream loud enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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