this is hell, where my fingers bled and ran down the walls and paint chips got under my nails, but the guy next to me is laughing his ass off. i cannot decide if he is more sane than i am, or just knew this is the path his life was taking. i for one would not be chuckling at all with what was happening to him, i won't go into detail because it was horrific but i felt a little bit better about my punishment after that.
Keith Michael
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-hells-and-theres-no-coming-back/
