Beautiful Torture

I stand before you
Ready for the blow
Please open me
With your claws of liberation
Reach deep inside
Go take your fill
I won’t fight back
I’ll just close me eyes
Embrace the moment
Purity in the slaughter
Cleansing agony
With a wry smile
Tattooed across my face
Don’t worry
My screams are of joy
My tears are of relief
I’ll keep lining till the end
Beautiful needles piercing my skin
Elegant pinnacles of frosted clarity
Like the weapons of a jailer
Left alone on his desk
Their sinister cloud
Lifted by their owners absence
Their make of purpose
Removed, shows them for what they are
Not tools of evil
But instruments in the orchestra of torture
The symphony of pain
Their victims will see their beauty
They will wrap their arms
Around the heart of pins
As it pumps barbed wire along their veins
The last thing that they will see
Is me
Dieing on the floor