(Note- much of this refers to 'Mental', an aka of mine elsewhere, the persona with which this is being committed...)

*You wake, led flat upon a cold metallic table, naked but for the underwear preserving your modesty- cos noone really wants to see that tiny shit.*

You try to move, but ya limbs are dead-weight,
Ya cerebral moans, from the searin headache,
The drugs have hold, ya body's inept,
Then from the dark, a shadow in-crept...

*An ominous shape emerges into the half-light, the figure's face revealed as manic, his eyes wild and rabid. He briefly explains, his tone bitter...*

Youve angered-Mental, now youll feel pangs-n-then-some,
You'll thank-the-helpful-axe, when finally mental-snaps,
Severin head from shoulders, like splittin shampoo,
But not till torture's over, ya mind snapped like bamboo.

*Mental pulls up a table, cluttered with vicious-looking instruments and strange vials. He speaks as he begins his work...*

We begin with a warm-up, which explains this branding-iron,
That imma use to scorch ya flesh, until my hands-are-tired,
You wailin already, but we only jus beginnin-huh?
Now I pour atop the burns, a litre of vinegar,
I rest it an hour, cos the pain startin to get-hold,
And I know youll faint, the second you cross the threshold,
But now Im returnin, cos we done with preliminary,
That was jus an introduction, now I start with the-seminary...

*The torturer introduces the itinerary of suffering...*

This sordid-demon forbids-leavin until youre bored-of-screamin,
Even when youre finished, Ill only class us sort-of-even,
Begin with a hammer to ram-a thousand PSI on ya right-leg,
The bottom half turns a tight-left, and already youve no fight-left,
You feel metal-at-ya-knee, then Mental-tragically,
Uses razor-wire and sprays-entire lakes of blood till he's stain-attired,
And slake-my-ire, until I fuckin break-the-wire,
Laugh in wicked-tones while rippin-bones with worse than stick-n-stones,
I'll clamp-ya-eyelids, crank-the-tightness, and commit this rancid-violence,
Sick-and-evil, prick-a-needle in ya iris while it dilates,
Ya blood flow like the Tigris while I revel in the violence,
Get wires-attached and fire-a-blast of volt high-electrics,
Ya eye-gets-hectic, to the point where I-have-wrecked-it,
The eyeball-matter all-scatters and makes the wall-splattered,
Blood in the hole of your eye-fills, but I-still,
Convulse-the-bolts, the pulse-revolts ya system and ya wish-then,
That this hadn't-transpired, then like some rabid-vampire,
I have ya hand-wired and just-drain from ya blood-mains...

*Mental begins to speak with sadistic glee about his finale*

I take this hatchet to ya skull-cap, saw away n then just pull-back,
Remove ya cranial-flap, and display ya barely full-rack,
I unscrew a small container, pour the contents on-the-brain-n',
Watch this sanguine-stained dance of anguished-pain,
Inflict massive-strain upon ya placid-brain,
Burn like acid-rain with acetate and have-it-wait,
Till its ingrained-deep, and then refrain-weeks before the next-stage,
Youll be in vexed-states, by the time I finish the text-page,
Pour hydrochloric, and delight-euphoric while ya life-is-pouring,
Ya life-was-boring- when you grabbed it, even ya mic-was-snoring,
Now you gibber-inanely, whilst you shiver-insanely,
Im deliverin-pain-with, joy expressed in-rapture
The greatest torture of all, because I let you live-after!

*Seeing the look of horror on your face, Mental dims the lights and clutches a huge hammer in his hands. Your life fades into screams and agony...*

what the fuck was that!
okay um da topic was weird and should never be done agian
unless u wanna post inside a Manson site.
besides the freaky ass theatrics, u are no doubt sick.
you have good vocabulary and know how to play on words.
next time post sumthin a lil more, how shoul i say this,
relatable with reality and get off da edgar allen poe shit
and u will have a great piece

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Besides the topic

I thought the big words and rymes was good

Lol, I understand it might seem a bit unhinged of me here...but this rhyme came about as an entry of mine for a competition called Rhyme of the Week at another site. The topic was Torture, the idea being to concoct the most twisted torture for somebody you could, in rhyme. I won

Bouncin' it