My martyrdom under power The darkness that tormented me throughout my childhood, adolescence and youth was terrible, they touched me all over my body, their icy hands slid over me from head to toe. They tickled my ribs, under my feet, blew into my ears. You seemed to amuse yourself listening to my pleas for help in a sound that only they could hear, I became a kind of amusement for those damn dark beings that seemed to have come out of the depths of the abyss to torment me. I saw them clearly, they were five, the demonic beings that visited me every night.