Black and blue,
Beaten and bruised,
Broken and burned.
Smiling while crying,
Whispering while bleeding,
Laughing while dying.
The terrible lies of madmen swim through a crowd like flies. As one cries another tries, with scars tracing their bodies, with signs of abuse lining their words and movements.
Swallowed by their own fear, tormented by their own minds, writhing in their own agony. They stay listening to their pain, listening to their neighbor's pleas, listening to their wardens as they continue to their dooms.