Torture

The tears that you make shed
Is the blood that you have drawn from our souls
We’re laying here
Do you hear us wail?
Do you see us bleed?
Do you see us cry?
But more importantly can you feel it?
Feel the pain, the sorrow, and the breaking of our hearts?
This is real, not a fragment of your imagination
Take a step to see what you have done to our aching minds
You’ve plunged your sword into us but you can’t hear our screams