A very painful poem ( tasteless)

Lying in bed of nails
With a pillow made of barbed wire
Strapped down tight
With your feet on fire

Every bone broken
In a different place
With needles sticking out
Of your eyes and face

A stake in your heart
And knife in your gut
But still you survive
The punctures and cuts

Now lets twist that knife
And pound the stake
Push the needles in further
Till you've had all you can take

Then take more
Because you don't have a say
As the rats and birds
Bite and peck at you face

The fire will climb
And you want to rest
You want to scream
But your chin is sown to your chest

And you lips
Stitched shut
Your eyes stitched open
As the flame moves up

Higher and higher
The flame is blue
And you can feel you blood
Boiling out of you

But still you are alive
Still you survive
Not allowed to die
As you fry