death of me

 
Thorns tangle around my delicate feet,
blood droplets still trickle from my open wounds...
Leaving stains on the tiles below me.

I'm strung high by rusty chains,
limited to emotions and slow breathing...
An inhumane game played on me.

You laugh nafariously causing me to quiver,
taunting me with harsh needle words...
Slowly slicing my flesh to hear me scream.

A loss is a loss and a win for you,
you thrust a knife deep into my heart...
Again and again pleasure you'll not forget.

Trade my emotions for the voices in my head,
i know i can't escape the story...
You force me to scream out my last breath.