Dungeon of Torture Chambers

There's an abusive torture chamber,
Hidden deep within my mind.
Guarded by barricades of lies,
For no one else to find.
Devices designed to punish myself,
And pierce my soul with shame.
Racks and chairs with missions too,
Fill my heart with black rotting pain.
My innocence faces poison,
My hope will surely hang.
The joy I cling to deep inside,
Will leave a scarlet stain.