Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 169
Torture Chamber

I see you, I love you,
But I don't enjoy you.
I hurt you, I cut you,
But I don't hate you.
I see you, but I don't,
I see the skin, the lust,
The love, the anger,
The sadism bubbling inside.
I kill you, I choke you,
Snap you, I break you,
But you feel no pain,
Because my torture chamber
Rests inside my mind.


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