Spiral
Hours past dusk,
seemingly endless rows of torture,
Piercing skin through the eye,
tormented spirits of those who die

How long this state may last
Demented reality of those controlled.
Fearing endlessly those lives they stole,
escape is beyond ones control

Spiraling downward, void of love
interest in one's soul to live
How long these horrors continue to haunt,
in this imperfect world.