Torture Part OneMature

Wrote it after I awoke from a nightmere.

Strapped down, unable to move.

Blades slicing through, giving me wounds.

The blood is forming a pool.

I am on this table of doom.

His laugh echoes throughout the room.

As I scream in pain, awaiting for my tomb.

One slice here, one slice there.

The deep cuts are giving me all hell!

As he slowly peels away my flesh,

He laughs and says, It is time for my rest.

I decide i shall die with my pride.

I open my eyes and smile

As the blade comes down and ends my cries.

The End

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