Struggle

 There you are, strapped to my chair.
No one will find you, for you are in my secret lair.
Your eyes filled with deadly fear,
As I walk towards you and whisper into your ear
"There's no escape"
"Don't expect a hero in a cape"
Your cries trigger the happy sensors in my brain,
like my body filled with cheap cocaine.
I pull out a single knife and your cries get louder
You fall asleep when I cover your face with this powder.
You wake up with thousands of cuts on your skin
Slowly bleeding out, and people said bad will never win.
Slowly, organs begin to shut down,
You can't breathe, and no one to help you is around.
Your last sight, a blood covered knife,
You cry your last tear as you struggle to keep life...