(Warning: This fictional poem is gruesome.) br br I begged for mercy but they ignored my plea. br They took me to their house and tortured me. br They gave me third degree burns with a blow torch. br Over ninety percent of my body is scorched. br br They cut off my fingers one by one. br I wanted to be dead by the time they were done. br When the sunrises in a couple of hours, I may no longer be alive. br That's okay by me because life might not be worth living if I survive.