The Torment

In the darkest of the night
When there’s no slightest of light
Existing, causing me temporary
Blindness physically and within
I saw myself in a vision
Hiding under my bed,
Covering my face with a pillow,
Attempting to protect my head

The monster is coming
Carrying a whip; he is to whip me
Thirty times, if, I sway
It goes beyond that number
And no tears should fall in my cheeks
For I as a victim so fragile,
Must be numb enough not to feel
The evidence of the red stripes

And now, at this very minute
Just after the session, the redness from a hit
Liquefied and occupied my head,
My face, my eyes, realizing I just bled
There’s so much blood I fear,
But not enough for me to be captured by death

Tomorrow evening I do know
There’ll be great flood of blood and sorrow