Torment

originally published at 01:39AM on Sunday, November 25, 2007

The room is hot, the walls are wet, My forehead’s drenched with salty sweat, I struggle against rusted chains, my body's coated in regret.

With a loud creak from behind me, I scream in pain and agony, a steel spike has sliced through my leg, what greater pain can there be?

The spikes and stakes, that run me through, contain all the pain I ever knew, all the guilt and the regret, every awful, painful truth.

The poison guilt bites into me, driving me to insanity, I sob and beg for sweet repose, but pleading will not set me free.

Finally I can take no more, I scream out my confession, the poison spikes of guilty store recede for my redemption.