Drip

Drip,
   Drip,
      Drip.1

I was cold,
shivering,
this place was unfamiliar.
My fingers and arms were
stretched, but something
bound my wrists. Something
metallic. Something colder
than the temperature of the room.2

         Drip,
            Drip,
               Drip.3

My eyes closed,
heavy,
Dare I open them to see?
I did. Darkness was everywhere,
It engulfed everything. All I saw
was a single light,
an orange, dim, unpromising,
flickering light on the far wall,
illuminating the nothingness.4

                  Drip,
                     Drip,
                        Drip.5

I tried to smell,
but my nose was plugged.
I was breathing through my mouth,
but although every sense
urged me to scream,
I couldn't. My throat was paralyzed.
My diaphragm felt contracted.
And the strength in my arms was
fleeing, as I tried to pull free.6

                           Drip,
                              Drip,
                                 Drip.7

The light flickered,
buzzed, and burnt out. For
a second, I thought it was a good
thing. The light meant that I was safe
from the eyes of whoever
had brought me here. But another light,
a brighter light,
suddenly sprang into existence,
and I saw evil's face.8

                                    Drip,
                                       Drip,
                                          Drip.9

He was man,
or less than. He wore gloves,
but not white gloves. They were darker
than the darkness that had only just
been my companion. I tried to ask
'why?'
but could not make a sound. Instead,
I just appeared to be struggling.
He pulled out a syringe,
the needle staring me in the eye,
"Sleep,"
he said through his familiar jaw,
and I did.10

                                             Drip,
                                                Drip,
                                                   Drip,
                                                      Drip,
                                                         Drip.
                                                            Drip.
                                                               Drip.11

I awoke,
this time in
excruciating
pain.
Worse than
death,
worse than
suffering.
I was
experiencing
both.12

The demon was back,
he rubbed my arm,
held my hand.13

                                                                   Drip,
                                                                      Drip,
                                                                         Drip.14

My blood was running low,
almost gone,
dripping between every thought.
Still all I could think was 'why?'
'why now?'
'why me?'
'why the fuck
are you doing this to me Dad?'15