Tortured Soul Poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins

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

Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2008