The three-headed monster roars behind his cage:
One head for death, the second for grave injury,
And the third for incarceration within a filthy cell,
A mere crack of light allowed to filter in through steel bars.
He is kept in check by those brave swordsmen
Who know him better than anyone else,
Who know how close his jowls always are to their throats.
If only the master of torture could be located
So that he could be tried for his various war crimes.
Being voluntarily bombarded by chemical toxins
Because apathy is better than disappointment
Cannot be understood by those
Who have not experienced the deepest of psychic pain.
Float away, now,
I will remember you....