Torture, Purposeful Torture...
Blinding rage, a sudden pain, un-wanted tears
Seeping through the milky haze
Drowning out the fearful beat of my heart
Tainted by bloody hands, mixed with the seething vapor of hatred.
The deadly pallor comes over my face, as once again my dreams are swept away in the twinkling of an eye, and the unmistakeable, bright flash of a blade...
What is there to lose? What is there to gain? In this dark, lonely, world of blackness, losing is a comfort, as the metal dulls the pain...
They lunge for me again, taking my mind into their hands. Gripping me fron all directions they start out gentle as a whisper, but, gradually grow to a scream. Telling me just to take that last step into oblivion...
'Deeper, harder, that's it, just a little more.' Death is made to sound like a balmy, peace-filled bliss in their mouths...
Their probing, ravaging hands encircle my flesh as they whisper their strangely, calming, disturbing, words of entreaty. They assure me that by taking that one last plunge into darkness freedom will come...I am so overcome with the possibility of having a faint hope once more that I do not see the sneers, and, evil laughter resonating all around me...
As the razor-sharp steel repeats it's bloody course, numbing my flesh, I cover my face with my hands, un-willed tears finding their way to the floor...it whispers the only real truth that I have known...'This Is Your Freedom'...
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