Blood And Soul Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Opening your eyes to a dark room, strapped to something with akward hands touching you, screaming on the inside to tourture you on the outside, yelling in your ear to bust your ear drum and exspode what they want, the taste of fear is present in your blood, which makes them feed even more, taking your life and your soul, and chewing it up to spit it out and endulge for more, endulge in the misery they cause you, in the broken trust they showed you, in the lies they portraided beside the heart they broke, and the family they stole, waiting behind the corners watching your every move, waiting for the perfect time too.......