My cheek crushed against his hand
Confess your sins the voice demands
Who sent you here, are you a spy?
Dont resist, dont try to lie!
I confess your meanings lost
Please tell me why I pay this cost?
Again the a blow crashes my head
Many more and Im surely dead
What do you want with me?
What must I say to be set free?
This time the blows were low
How much more can this pain grow?
Then darkness surrounds my eyes
No more sounds, no more cries
Just silence and a numbness grows
As from my lungs a last breath flows
Copyright© Michael R Wood 2002
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