Blood, once red and full of life
Now lies dark and drained
It pools as water
At my feet
I found it fascinating
How it changed as it cooled
As if mourning the loss
of its host
Me
I’ve lost track of time
How long have I been here?
The pain has left me numb
My body is too far gone
to feel it anymore
My eyes
They still seem clear
Though I drift
in and out of consciousness
I am aware
That must drive them mad
So why do they still let me live?
It serves no purpose
Unless the sight of my form
Blood soaked and beaten
Somehow amuses them
But I don’t think that they
are quite that sadistic
Though there’s hardly a spot
where I don’t have a mark
They haven’t taken it
past that crucial point
That makes them either
very professional or
mere amateurs
Between you and me
I’m leaning towards the latter
My pain tolerance is quite high
Something learned over the years
And their methods, though lacking my own finesse
Does show some promise
Maybe that’s why I’m still here
They want to see
Not how far they can push me
But how far they are willing to push
How interesting
Dying does give one
A unique perspective on things
Too bad I will disappoint them
They really have put their best efforts in
They’ll have to do much more than this
to destroy me
and I don’t think that they’re ready
for that type of commitment yet
Maybe I should show them
How it’s done
