Standing Cells

Darkness, excrement, your only company Shoulders and knees scraping the walls No longer a person, just a creature to abominate A bag of meat for the sadists outside You will stand at attention You will stand in your piss and shit How long can you last in there? In the standing cell Your home, a brick box with an iron door A freezing casket where time stands still Grabbed from the ashes and thrown into the fire Grabbed from the box and dragged into torture and fear You will stand at attention You will stand in your piss and shit How long can you last in there? In the standing cell A sack of shit, soon dead and forgotten Entitled to nothing except the lashes upon your back Scream like a madman as they step upon your testicles All you can do now is sit out the pain Sit out the pain A living nightmare, unable to kill yourself Escape impossible, too weak to resist Your wounds infected, your agony constant Hope they accidentally beat you to death Beat you to death You are powerless A toy for the tormentors Death postponed Siphoned through your living corpse