Seven Y's; No response   The door is locked... the hydrox is off   The food has run out   That lens watches relentlessly      (Constant) Hours pass like days   Days like weeks (so weak)   Cannot stand up to descry   That slitdow (total weariness)   Mouth burns, blistered, so dry   Temp raising and lowering drastically   Slow and sure they're torturing me   They hate me now more than ever before   (Now and forever more)      Where - are they - there? Have they forgotten me...?   I was their worker I did it good for them      Days and nights a blur   Nothing clear - greys - only shades   No more toes, only one hand   No commands, just screams of silence      Brain rotting, skin greyish yellow from the urine   It's as though my cells are coming apart   And falling loose   The body feels no pain now that all is numb   Staying alove my only true battle - they've won   My final task is just to concede   Mind in complete decay, world looking away   Repented vulgar shell at loss against the machine