Torture chambers

These mountains are torture chambers

Torture, 

Within the crevice

Hanging by this rope, dangle 

Surrounded by the buzzards 

Slap does not work here 

In this chamber

In this little alley

Within this larger alley 

In which you hang 

In the sun, 

If only the sun would go away 

It is in my eyes now 

Blinding my vision 

Here in the mountains

The torture begins 

First the blinding sun

Then the buzzards 

Blood from the palms 

Red rock sweat 

Where the falling began

Down

Down

Down

Into the deepest, 

The darkest 

The deepest darkest place 

Of the mountains west 

There is no human life left here 

These mountains are torture chambers 

The dead, the countless dead

The suffering; for these damn flies, 

This vision blinded by the sun 

The countless dead have known before 

Yet; this place is so beautiful 

These mountains are God's place, it is hard to believe 

That this crevice through which I fell 

And died 

One morning 

Looking out 

Into the mountains west 

These mountains are torture chambers 

Torture chambers 

Torture chambers