Experiment

Reluctantly I enter the room that reeks of rigor mortis,
I pick up the blood soaked axe from the centre of the room,
Death flares my nostrils as I don’t hold back from what’s happened,
Another experiment gone wrong,
The cement walls are littered in scratches,
Made by the fingers nails and blood of those trapped,
By my doing,
Without light, without food, without help,
No hope makes it through these walls,

In the corner of this unlit space, a person crawls out from the shadows,
Unrecognizably postured, frantically dripping from the mouth,
So pale and skinny,
Even though they’ve just eaten,
Their malnourished eyes dimly send me an attacking glare,
Wanting to kill me, to escape back to the world they once knew,
That is never going to happen,
Although it could have,
I left the choice up to them,

*memories ensue*
There used to be more, there used to be four,
Now three lie around us, flesh withering away,
Just like my optimism for another result,
For once I’d like my hypothesis to come true,
To see that we wouldn’t kill each other in our darkest times,
But Darwin hasn’t been proven wrong,
Survival cries out for necessities,
Turning our friends into enemies,
Or food,
Depending on where you’re standing in the room,

Always the sixth day,
One person blows astray,
And swings away,
A hatchet to bring them to their grave,

If they all ever made it to the seventh day,
I would let them all leave, the test would be done,
My hypothesis and I could rest,
But the experiment always proves me wrong,
If locked in a room together for long enough, people will turn on each other,
Regardless of how much faith they or I have in our nature,

*memories conclude*
The skinny, cannibalistic figure gawks at me, barely able to stand,
I bring the axe between their eyes as I bash in their head,
Now all my experimentees are dead,
With no new conclusions, I walk pitiless away from this disappointing sight,
Time to find new subjects, I skulk off, into the night.