Ill die,
Let them torture me â??till my brain defers to grant,
and my veins become deviant as they refer to my soul, whilst welcoming the keen sabre that cautiously tears the vital cells, dampening the surrounding exterior or my slaughtered soul wielding anatomy, let my lungs explode as I embrace the air that intimidates me, almost unfaithful in coming back, let the pain mould into an agonising cocoon wrapped around my withering body, silencing my screams, as I choke on my last breath.
