Cube Of Odium

Seven Y's; No response

The door is locked... the hydrox is off

The food has run out

That lens watches relentlessly

(Constant) Hours pass like days

Days like weeks (so weak)

Cannot stand up to descry

That slitdow (total weariness)

Mouth burns, blistered, so dry

Temp raising and lowering drastically

Slow and sure they're torturing me

They hate me now more than ever before

(Now and forever more)

Where - are they - there? Have they forgotten me...?

I was their worker I did it good for them

Days and nights a blur

Nothing clear - greys - only shades

No more toes, only one hand

No commands, just screams of silence

Brain rotting, skin greyish yellow from the urine

It's as though my cells are coming apart

And falling loose

The body feels no pain now that all is numb

Staying alove my only true battle - they've won

My final task is just to concede

Mind in complete decay, world looking away

Repented vulgar shell at loss against the machine