The room grows smaller,
I feel as I cannot breath,
My body aches from battle,
blood flows freely from me,
all is slowly growing dark,
I will never give in to them,
never, I'd rather die,
yet they continue to torment me,
questions, always more questions,
I never answer,
the harsh sting of a whip,
never, never, will I give in,
please god if you have any mercy,
take me now.