a dark poem | torture + -arium | a room designed purely for pain
Torturarium
A poem on remaining trapped inside a cage made only for suffering.
throw me down and put on the vice
i don’t even know if i’m cold or ice
torturarium in my bone and mind
all i can do is bleed and comply
i don’t know what swallowed me
everyone broke what was left of me
red is all that i see here
dripping off the walls, blinding my eyes
trapped when i’m submissive
and i thought i could do it
but i’ve been bleeding out here
so i’ll say it
take me away
drag me and tear all the breath away
i do not care
leave me with skin stripped to bone now
will you let go now
will i let go now
i just want to leave this torturarium
can i let go now
can i lay this pain down
i just want to leave this torturarium
oh
push me down, drain me out
choking on ash as the dark eats out
i want to claim what was never mine
spit out rust as my ribs open up
wound after wound gouged out
i stop screaming now
leave me to die
i don’t know if i want this knife and why
shattered glass cage
force me to die in this heavenly hell
i think i want to stay now
but i never wanted to fall down
i just want to leave this torturarium
i need to get out now
death is tracking me down
i just want to leave this torturarium
oh
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leave me in this burning room
no place for light in this iron doom
torturarium breaking me through and through
this time i can’t bleed alone
smiling as i begin to fray
while the sickness eats all my light away
i don’t know if i seek release
drowning inside of this hollow cage
i dont want to stay now
but i don’t want to leave now
i think i’ll just rot in this torturarium
been here for years now
i’ve found home in wounds now
i can’t breathe without this torturarium
oh
drinking the darkness i cannot hide
clasping my hands tight as the cold takes hold
worshipping horrors that can’t be told
begging the devil to take me away…
it’s a song too.
vice is a heavy metal clamp to hold something in place with pressure as well as a dark habit, sin or toxic fixation, which works here in the addiction to pain and confinement.. see what i did there? ;)
what i’m listening to: can’t you see me? by tomorrow x together (i stan; my favourite band (with my celebrity love a part of it))
anyways, if you’ve read till here, comment down a hearts suit and your thoughts on my piece!
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