The Torturer

You walk into his chamber
The smell is horrible but the sight is worse
Humans dangling from the ceiling on hooks
Men and women, some living others dead
People laying down nailed to a bed
The torturer is sick
He's f**ked up in the head
He cuts off his own fingers when a victim manages to break free
Eight fingers left but that is plenty
The torturer is a cannibal
Tearing at his living victims flesh and eatting there organs
He's eyes are piercing
Cutting away at mortal's souls
Dark and morbid
He sleeps in the soil
While some unlucky people boil
He's like the creature of the earth
This is the life
Of the torturer.

by Kevin Fisher

Comments (1)

really beautiful poem i am totally related to this poem keep up the good work.