The Torture Never Stops

Eerie night’s darkened sight shadows in the shades; Shoeless feet slap concrete while running uphill grades. Buildings abandoned victims of random torture sets its tray; Trapped in a dream serving cookies and cream women praise the end of day Muffled cries a lustful sigh and the demon wipes his brow; It really must end these nightmarish trends but you really don’t know how. Conscience screams while watching these dreams there’s something one must say; Hurling puke from words of rebuke yet he never truly goes away. Standing erect caught up in effect he binds this design with grout. Then he nods to the girl who walks with a swirl with a face that bears a snout; Could this be real some preconceived deal that is hopeless to escape? Because here or in dreams one might still hear the screams viewing life aside a wake.