Beaten as a helpless child

Tortures that were cruel and vile

A broken ankle, a lucky escape

But these traumas would seal her fate

An orphan haunted by dreadful nightmares

Misdiagnosed, left solemn and scared

People she saw in that torture facility

Run rampant and plague her dreams

Her hallucinated horrors

Cause her to carve up her arms more

Self-inflicted lacerations

Repeated mental abrasions

Captured and beaten as she nears her grave

Her mind, empty, she is now their slave

Strapped into a monstrous machine

The surgeon sharpens his knives

Our martyr, who now sees worlds in between

Is flayed alive