Welcome to my torture room,
my painful den of sorrows.
Although today you are alive,
I can promise no tomorrow.
It's here I learned to terrorize,
in ways most men don't think.
It's here where victims salt from tears,
spice my bloody drink.
Where hearts and eyes lie side by side,
beside my side by side,
I still get chills both now and then,
when they cry and ask me why.
This one room below my den,
were walls or draped with drying skin.
In which there's only one way out,
once that you are in.
Welcome to my torture room,
youre never gonna leave it.
At least not while your still alive,
it's unbelievable.
Believe it...
you take a teddy bear, pull the string, and this is what he says... wow... I love it, but I think Toys R Us might wanna up the age limit.lol. (a master piece indeed.) PYT
There is always a dark side in each one, but let us not live linger instead move on to a brighter side in life! High marks.
May I please be allowed to refer to this room as an option to my Support Room, Withdrawal room and as a wonderful alternative to the naughty seat.... aroha PA.. tis a 10aciously extreme write..
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I would like to translate this poem
I was told to pick a peom for school can’t wait to show my English teacher this one it’s amazing