Water drips onto the smooth floor in a rhythmic pattern. Darkness envelops the sound of the drops, controlling and bending it. Jagged metal binds flesh with great ferocity, piercing and tearing with no remorse.
Emptiness is sought, and it is brought willingly with tender gentleness. Senses become dull as the void is embraced with open arms. Explosions of unimaginative magnitude appear as suddenly with vast shock waves of vibrations.
Pain is a thought, a figment of the mind. Thought is code, programmed to be and always be. Conscience is found by those willing to look. Humanity is for those who can’t accept their actions.