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trapped
a nail through both hands,
his blood on the sands,
tears pour down his face,
the guy is a fucking disgrace,
lean in and whisper it has just begun,
dear boy your deaths song has been sung,
he notices a bit electric sign just says 4,
wondering what it was he cries once more,
water runs down the walls,
over his shoulder the cockroach crawls,
lifting a needle and some thread,
i do what i can to stop him screaming,
stitching both lips closed i do what he dreads,
mouth stitched closed and the screaming lost meaning,
screams turn to muffles and my head gets peace,
i laugh and whisper im going to get to know you piece by piece,
i flick off a cockroach and put my hand on his shoulder,
as soon as i do that the guy feels colder,
i bring a knife up past his face more muffles and shouts,
as i dig the knife in and cut his eyes out,
his senses so blind to see whats coming,
i enjoy this so much he hears my humming,
he hears me walking away and picking something up,
hears the drill start and die and start again,
i dig it into his legs several times,
i laugh out loud and shout out loud that yes im going insane,
go over to the table and lift up the eyeballs,
i place one in my mouth and one just falls,
biting down and the fluid bursts in my mouth,
i spit it out over his face and more muffled shouts,
the ticking of the water soaked clock starts to die down,
you hear that cunt? your times almost up,
i pull down on the nail that holds his hands in place,
and push it into the blind cunts face,
i lean in and bite his cheek clean i get a right mouth full,
then spit into the eye socket to the back of his skull,
i tell him im bored and i i pick up a blow torch,
as i put it to his face as his screams so hard stitches break,
im not burning you i call it a scorch,
he dies from the pain and the brain cooked at last hes dead for fucks sake,
the once number 4 goes away 2 guys come in and anewguy brought in alive,
more screams and tears i make sure he sees it change to 5..........
his blood on the sands,
tears pour down his face,
the guy is a fucking disgrace,
lean in and whisper it has just begun,
dear boy your deaths song has been sung,
he notices a bit electric sign just says 4,
wondering what it was he cries once more,
water runs down the walls,
over his shoulder the cockroach crawls,
lifting a needle and some thread,
i do what i can to stop him screaming,
stitching both lips closed i do what he dreads,
mouth stitched closed and the screaming lost meaning,
screams turn to muffles and my head gets peace,
i laugh and whisper im going to get to know you piece by piece,
i flick off a cockroach and put my hand on his shoulder,
as soon as i do that the guy feels colder,
i bring a knife up past his face more muffles and shouts,
as i dig the knife in and cut his eyes out,
his senses so blind to see whats coming,
i enjoy this so much he hears my humming,
he hears me walking away and picking something up,
hears the drill start and die and start again,
i dig it into his legs several times,
i laugh out loud and shout out loud that yes im going insane,
go over to the table and lift up the eyeballs,
i place one in my mouth and one just falls,
biting down and the fluid bursts in my mouth,
i spit it out over his face and more muffled shouts,
the ticking of the water soaked clock starts to die down,
you hear that cunt? your times almost up,
i pull down on the nail that holds his hands in place,
and push it into the blind cunts face,
i lean in and bite his cheek clean i get a right mouth full,
then spit into the eye socket to the back of his skull,
i tell him im bored and i i pick up a blow torch,
as i put it to his face as his screams so hard stitches break,
im not burning you i call it a scorch,
he dies from the pain and the brain cooked at last hes dead for fucks sake,
the once number 4 goes away 2 guys come in and anewguy brought in alive,
more screams and tears i make sure he sees it change to 5..........
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