(from Dr. Failure's "Life In A Mike Pence Dictatorship")

I sit here in a room of white noise and darkness
My eyes are heavy, I do not have long
I speed my breathing, I hold on for consciousness
And all I can think, the darkness is strong

I cannot move, I’m trapped in a pitch white straightjacket
Separation anxiety from life
I hate to admit that I’m a low-life misfit
And I want to slit my throat with a knife

First off I don’t know why I’m here
It’s probably because I’m queer
“What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?”
This is clear proof ignorance is but bliss.

I hear a rattle, I hear a rumble, I hear a clatter
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the window shatter
Am I saved? Is my liberator here?
No, just the old white man that hates queers.

He walks through the broken glass
And comes straight for me
I tremble in fear,
For I know he hates me.

He stops away a pace,
Pulls a knife to my face.
I beg, please waste me.
I hate being here already.

He looks at me, and withdraws his blade
He picks me up, hung from the neck
“See you in hell” as he throws me down.
I am defenseless, I can only sit up.

He goes to the other room, one I hope to never step foot into.
There’s wires, cords, and a caution sign out front.
High Voltage.
I know what this is leading to.

I try to scramble, I try to scram.
I’m hoping he doesn’t give a damn.
But he comes back out, notices my attempt
So he ties me to a pole, and cleans up the window, as not to tempt.

I sit there in the dark room crying my eyes out
I sob “Why am I here? Why can’t I leave?”
He gives me a glare and adjusts his hair
And leaves me to wallow in my own despair.

A day later he returns to my quarters
To me he seems a bit shorter
But I haven’t eaten in a week, my brain’s in disorder.
He wants me to die, he asks what I’d prefer.

I reply “If I must die, make it quick.”
He laughs in my face and says
“I’m not falling for that trick,
Don’t think I don’t know you gays.”

So I sit there bewildered
“What are you gonna do to me?” I sob
He spits in my face,
“This tool’s a total snob”, I mutter.

He turns around to me,
Asks I repeat what I say
I said I dated a guy named Rob
Then he dropped down to pray.

He wanted to pray the gay away
Yet despite his stance on the matter,
I felt even more gay as he prayed.
And that just made him 10 times madder.

So he gets up and slaps me
I scream “Do your worst, hettie!”
With this, he screams like a banshee
Oh, how I know he wants to kill me.

I tease him, I taunt him.
I struggle to flip the bird
His anger’s boiling to the brim
… And the next thing I saw was blurred.

He struck me again,
But I couldn’t feel this one
Yet it left a large scar on my skin
Though the pain was at none.

I pass out, everything is pitch black
All I can hear is the muffled sound of the whack
I never woke up from the aftershock
But the last I could feel is the electric shock.

He picked my sleeping body up
And set me in a chair
He pinned me down, tied me up
And fried me right then and there.