Standing Cells

Darkness, excrement, your only company
Shoulders and knees scraping the walls
No longer a person, just a creature to abominate
A bag of meat for the sadists outside

You will stand at attention
You will stand in your piss and shit
How long can you last in there?
In the standing cell

Your home, a brick box with an iron door
A freezing casket where time stands still
Grabbed from the ashes and thrown into the fire
Grabbed from the box and dragged into torture and fear

You will stand at attention
You will stand in your piss and shit
How long can you last in there?
In the standing cell

A sack of shit, soon dead and forgotten
Entitled to nothing except the lashes upon your back
Scream like a madman as they step upon your testicles
All you can do now is sit out the pain
Sit out the pain

A living nightmare, unable to kill yourself
Escape impossible, too weak to resist
Your wounds infected, your agony constant
Hope they accidentally beat you to death
Beat you to death

You are powerless
A toy for the tormentors
Death postponed
Siphoned through your living corpse