Interrogator's Sadism-By King Lune

It's such a mess,

Dribbling on the floor,

If only he'd confess,

I wouldn't have to burn so many sores,

But oh how I relish the screams,

The sound of bones cracking,

The look of ripped skin from the seams

The appearance of eyes entirely lacking,

Of emotions shattered and torn,

He's gone now, drifting.

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