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