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"Don't III"
Don't Scream --
Don't whimper
Nor beseech
Or cry out
It excites him
As he circles --
Those outer realms
Closing in slowly
To inner boundaries
Of torture's thrills
Variations in tides
Variations in tides
He's watching --
And testing
Conducting experiments
Over pain principals
What hurts most?
He's striking buttons --
Yanking at the reins
Exposing and shredding
Sanity's tender flesh --
Into insanity's folly
Noting the reactions --
Patient and meticulous
With binoculars --
And cameras
Pencils and pens
Weighing each outcome --
To maximize
To calculate his ensuing --
Invasion's labyrinth
Of plausibility
And ultimate impact
Don't scream --
Don't whimper
Nor beseech
Or cry out
It excites him.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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