Long have I laid here staring into the sky,
Water dripping, drip by drip, I think I’d rather die.

I see the drop forming into a tear.
Another drip drops upon my forehead.
Another drop worst than my worst fear.
I think I’d rather have bled.

Captive on the ground until my will breaks,
But shall not; only raises the stakes.

My fortitude, a slap in my captors face,
Incites their anger to insanity.
The loss of my life, a stubborn disgrace.
I’ll gladly go with my vanity.

Once life-giving, now torturous water surrounding my head.
Only a few more moments of twitching and jerking and I’ll be dead.