The Captivating Captive

I can feel the pulsing thrust The speeding tempo of the blood gust I can fell the frigid circle As if it is fastened to my face I can hear the ticks and clicks As you try and make haste I can see the anger in your eyes How much of me, you despise I can feel the bruise, the crack, the burn, the sting, the heat With every blow, I smile Every strike to the head, I greet I can hear your loss of breath This must be the only choice you have left I can smell the stench of death Exhuming from within me The luke warm trickle of blood Has unhinged the crime you oversee Now there is nothing you can do But wish for the power to kill me on queue I can feel the concrete And the burlap grip My death is belated For my life, I've been gypped I can hear your loss of breath This must be the only choice you have left