Friction builds underneath the soles,
As you're forced to walk down a hallway filled with razor wire and shattered glass,
The pain you'll endure will be immense.
Pre-existing blisters burst and blood smears the ground you walk.
“You deserve this torture, you committed sins far beyond comprehension.”
You reach a room, as you walk in the door slams shut and locks,
Looking around and you realize you can't escape. In the middle of the room
Is a tin container with a timer set to 30 seconds, panic arises as the seconds
Count down; the counter reaches zero... nothing happens.
Fear and regret are your final thoughts as you fade into the abyss.
About the Creator
Ziggy MD
I've been writing poetry since 2006 and my passion for writing never left, with exceptions of monthly/yearly writers block. As far as influences, I don't have any because I'd like my poetry to be my own and not a copy.
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