Scourged

It's an inquisition...a bloody pit.
How can such torture,feel like this?
What sadist, would adore the sting of their torments?
It tears at you...ripping in two.
Limb from limb.
Slapped back together...and repeated.
Ad nauseam,to no end.
An act,you permit...a willingness.
You know that nothing ever felt quite like this.
No rest for the weary...like it's rest that you've sought...you get naught...you're hooked.
Stabbed...stung...clutched by the bonds.
You break in the end...spill all the words...this can't be undone.
 
Then the real pain has begun.