Here I hang,
A cold-metal showerhead,
Tightly bound to my horrendous fate.

Day by day,
I sit, perched like an eagle
Stalking its innocent prey,

The look of panic appears
On their pale, horrorstruck faces
As the toxic, torturous gas
Wraps the weak and strong
Like a suffocating blanket,

The sudden thud
Of the lifeless bodies
Against the chilling concrete floor,
Cues the entrance of the guards,
Ready to add
Yet another victim
To the pile