Pound

Pound, pound, Pound
goes the brain when suddenly
stuck with a mental pain
The pain that makes the skin crawl,
And grown men ball
As they slowly fall.
Fall, fall, fall
To the depths of hell
Where the silent bell rings
And the burnt flesh smells.
Barbed wire bracelets spill blood
While Pygmy devils squash
Your face in the mud.
Drip, drip, drip
Goes the razor lace,
That slowly pulls your hair out of place.
And you screech and shout
You'll never get out,
And in there, there is no doubt.
Pound, pound, pound
The pain never stops,
No matter how hard you drop.
Your brain will sprain the mental pain
And watch you slowly wither away.