Suffocate, ripping your soul. Sience abuse has reached its goal. Filled with hate, all feelings are gone. You are trapped within. You feel no pain, pain is all you feel.
Injection is prepared, for eternity.
It circles in your blood, rigor mortis course is twisting impulses your life is but is no more. Still you can feel the flow. Never know which way you'll fade. Insane cell will always be. Dominate, ripping your mind.