My heart seized
by the electric forced
through the wires and chains
enveloped around and
restraining memory and being
of life left in the body
that is mine.

You listen to the screams
as the burns the flesh
protecting the weakness that is
me.

You stand there listening,
starring, not in comfort but
in amazement and satisfaction
that something such as pain
can be felt by the disappointment
that is the one in front of you.