--Wrote this after my spanish exam this morning..was, ahem, oddly enough inspired by the beat of the song Why Don't You and I by Alex band/Santana. I hate that song, but one line in there started the first stanza, can you guess which? --

Torture for Escape

Things in my head,
Goin' round' & round' & round',
Everywhere I look - the only thing I see is red,
Visions of random people gagged & bound.

I count the screams,
As they escape their seams...
*Laughs* I sewed their lips shut...

Murder, and torture, it all brings an end,
The only difference is how long you want to live,
Those lashes across your back, Brother, won't ever mend,
I may as well liberate you all, and slit your throat with a shiv.

I watch your eyes bulge and you scream in side,
The sweet searing pain explodes across your face as I touch it with a soldering iron,
Your eyes roll back, and you feel like a Jew in Hitler's Genocide,
The razors dig into your chest, oh shit!, I hear the sirens...

A glimmer of hope trickles down your face,
But, oh no, You can't get away without me,
The sharpened spatula should do - it'll peel the skin away like lace,
They hear your screams, they are coming, they won't give me the chance to flee...

The door is busted in - There they are,
A gunshot rings out, I got what I wanted,
They sadly and sickly walk back to their car,
I tortured for escape, and finished what I started.