Tepid, clammy floor,
Slimy, dripping, oozing walls,
Foul darkness surrounds.

In this devoid place,
this hell, you have trapped my soul.
Such a place for it.

Torn, ruined, it lies
In cold bilge, broken. I wait.
What more can be done?

What more can you take?
You have destroyed my being,
You left the shreds here

You stare at my soul
Lying there in your power
Stoop, lift a fragment.

Mud drips down your hand
I cry out in agony
Spirit so exposed.

You contemplate it,
Twist it in your cruel hand.
You crush my spirit.

Raw pain, exposure,
Constant burning, suffering.
How I long to hide.

Hopelessness, black fate,
You, who could give me freedom,
Chain and torment me.

Caring not my pain
You tear my soul one more time
And let the scraps drop.

Eyes colder than stone
Disdain my weary struggle.
You leave me again

Essence exposed to
The world around me: cruel pain.
What more can you do?