Tortured

 

Torn apart by His every word.

Slashed to death by His evil eyes.

Ripped to pieces by His cold embrace.

 

Here I am, His slave.

 

Violated by His sensual touch.

Sliced to slivers by His razorblade kiss.

Worn out by His insatiable hunger for passion.

 

Here I lay, His w***e.

 

Hacked into bits by His demonic demeanor.

Tainted by His devilish grin.

Tortured by His forceful commands.

 

Here I die, the Devil’s own b***h.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel24October2007

 

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

The darkness is truly desperation, powerlessness, pain, and ultimately death... It eats you alive, yet keeps you alive so your pain is endless. Yet so much torture comes from ourselves... The deepest tortures in fact our those we inflict within. Your words are powerful in so many ways...

[Enigma]

*wide eyes* Whoa! What power; what emotions.I don't know how to describe it.The pain of torture is truly reflected in the poem.Good job!!