Merciful angel with blood on his hands. He’s down on his knees, because
There’s nowhere to stand in a dungeon of plastic.. a castle of ice. Ankles
Tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight. The windows are shattered,
There’s bolts on the door, and the music’s so loud, he can’t think anymore.
Floodlights are blazing, they shout when he sleeps. But he prays because he
Loves them — they treat him like this!
