Excruciating is what it be,
this greatest of pain tormenting me.
Monkey on back,
with daggers in hand,
spreading me out
across the land,
working the nerves
to very quick,
till it has me feeling
jump off of bridge sick.
Deliver me from evil,
or take me home,
in these, my last words,
before suicide's sweet relief.
Cruelest of worlds, farewell.
