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I awake

In a cell

Made of stone

Dark and cold

Candlelight dimly confronts me

I find myself feeling unsure

Mutilation in the air

All of my senses obscured

Chained to the walls of a dungeon

Where rodents will share my last meal

Faintly I hear the guards talking

I stir as they ready their tools

I stir as they ready their tools

For I already know what they'll use

I'll be made to pay

In the worst of ways

Wrest my flesh away

Toying with their prey

I know they'll use pain,

No, they'll use suffering

They'll use fear

And terrible devices

Resigned to my fate i'm just waiting for the end

Just waiting 'til the hooks go in

A sudden latching

Of my cell door

Hooded figures

Advance upon me

Bag tossed on my head

Yanked up to my feet

Pummeled in the ribs

Then dragged down the hall

Arrive in a room

A beating ensues

Collapse back to my feet

As my hood's removed

Horror permeates my being as I look around me

Stone walls in a windowless room, from which there's no escaping

And from the ceiling hang a million hooks on a million chains

In the darkest corner looks to be someone's remains

Bag tossed on my head

Yanked up to my feet

Pummeled in the ribs

Then dragged down the hall

Arrive in a room

A beating ensues

Collapse back to my feet

As my hood's removed

Even though

No one's speaking

I can sense

The joy they take

The sadism

Of causing pain

The entertainment

Of cruelty

And I know they'll use pain

No, they'll use suffering

They'll use fear

And terrible devices

Resigned to my fate I'm just waiting for the end

Just waiting 'til the hooks go in