::12:04:07::

::: Sense :::

Rip out my eyes
that I don’t witness my demise,
Cut my tounge out
that when in pain I can not shout,
Sew shut each ear
that my muffled cries in my head I hear,
Cut each finger to the bone
that I may never feel alone,
But leave my nose where it lay
that I may smell my flesh burn away,
Torture me no more when this deed be filled
Leave me to die, my pain be killed.

Written by: ~ Marc