Welcome to my torture room,
my painful den of sorrows.
Although today you are alive,
I can promise no tomorrow.
It's here I learned to terrorize,
in ways most men don't think.
It's here where victims salt from tears,
spice my bloody drink.
Where hearts and eyes lie side by side,
beside my side by side,
I still get chills both now and then,
when they cry and ask me why.
This one room below my den,
were walls or draped with drying skin.
In which there's only one way out,
once that you are in.
Welcome to my torture room,
you never gonna leave it.
At least not while your still alive,
it's unbelievable.
Believe it...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torture-room/
