Poems From The Deep

The Sweet Kiss of Death

They came for me in shadows black,
No moon, no stars to lead me back,
Hands bound tight, a whispered curse,
In darkness deep, it could get worse.

They strapped me down, cold steel to skin,
The blood-soaked floor welcomed me in,
Eyes wild with fear, I could not scream,
A nightmare birthed from twisted dreams.

The needle stung-a kiss of hell,
Adrenaline surged where I fell,
Each heartbeat loud, a pounding drum,
Keeping me alive for what's to come.

Their fists like hammers, bones would crack,
My flesh a canvas, beaten black,
Yet death stood far, too far to take,
For every breath they made me wake.

I prayed for silence, prayed for end,
But they weren't gods-they would not bend.
Their laughter danced with knives and flame,
They spoke my name, but I felt shame.

My body ached, a broken form,
Yet still I lived, inside the storm.
Each nerve they lit with searing heat,
A twisted symphony of defeat.

Again, the needle, poison swift,
A rush, a spark, a cruel gift,
It kept my heart from slowing down,
While they carved joy in my renown.

I felt my blood run from the seams,
My cries now hollow, split by screams,
Their whispers close, their knives too near,
I drowned inside a sea of fear.

And in that haze, my mind turned gray,
I begged for light to lead the way,
But nothing came, no dawn, no grace-
Just endless darkness to embrace.

And still they stood, their hands like death,
Stealing every fragile breath.
Alive, I writhed beneath their rule,
A broken, breathing, living fool.

Their eyes lit up with sadist glee,
As fingers traced the skin of me.
A whispered word, a silent vow-
They'd take my face, and take it now.

I felt the blade, cold metal bite,
A line drawn deep in pain's own right.
The skin peeled slow, a gruesome tear,
A mask ripped free of flesh laid bare.

I screamed-oh God, the sound it made,
But still the world began to fade.
Yet even then, they gave no rest,
Injected life within my chest.

The adrenaline burned, a twisted fire,
As they tore me further, their sick desire.
Each nerve exposed, raw and wild,
In agony, I was their child.

I felt the air on bloodied bone,
A hollow echo in my groan.
My face no longer mine to hold,
Just meat for them, brutal and cold.

The mirror they held, a cruel jest-
To see myself, this monstrous mess.
A figure broken, twisted, gone-
Yet somehow, still, I lingered on.

I wanted death, to end this ride,
But they refused to let me hide.
Each moment stretched, a lifetime spent
In a living hell, without relent.

Their voices whispered through the haze,
"Let's keep him here, for endless days."
No longer human, just their toy,
A thing to break, devoid of joy.

And still I lived, though I knew not why,
Too shattered now to even cry.
They took my face, my name, my soul,
Left me as nothing, less than whole.

And in that dark, as screams subsided,
I wondered when my heart divided-
When pain became my only friend,
And death, too far, to be the end.

I begged for death, my voice a rasp,
But all they did was mock my grasp.
"Please, no more!" I choked, half-dead,
But laughter's howl filled me with dread.

They circled close, their faces blurred,
To every plea, they gave no word.
Just grins and taunts, their eyes alight-
Monsters dancing in the night.