The riddle

Hands tide behind my back, sitting in an old rusty chair. Secrets running through my mind like a train that's just to fast to stop anyway. Rats walking around on the floor looking for something to eat. A pipe leaking on top of your head. Too many details, so little time. A faint smell of urine coming from below. They haven't been here in a while, they must be close. What if they kill me after i tell them what I know. I can't, but I wont last very long. I need to break free, what should I do? I look up to the ceiling, and its so dark. All i see is the light above me burning like a never dying sun. My feet have gone numb, my mouth is dry. My eyes are so tired but I can't...I can't help but imagine, what happens if they'd cached the wrong guy. A guy that doesn't really know the answer. The secret, what they are really after. They would kill him, thinking that he was lying. It's sad really, it's death. But i digress, I look around searching for a sign, the walls of the room are tainted with my blood, gross. Beneath that blood I found a color, green, a sign of hope. I'd be naive to think I'll get out of this alive. Funny thing is, I'm not scared. Live or die I've lived my life. No family, no home, I just have my secret. This secret that's worth dying for. Maybe I shouldn't tell them. I'm in control. Why would I want out? Friends? Please, girls?I've most of them in my memory, money? It's just an illusion. There's is nothing driving me forward. In the threshold of my desire lays the ability to feel. Although i do not embrace it, I have it. And sooner or later they are going to find it, and take it. "Just tell them! (my survivor instinct tells me). It's just a bloody secret! Nobody cares but you! Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!"/ "Just shut up! I won't...I can't." The clock is ticking, they'll be here soon. What should I do? Should I tell them the secret?, Should I Lie? Either way, I die. Maybe I'll tell them a riddle. For when I'm long gone, they'll still remember me, and never should they know the truth until they solve the lie.