Here I stand in this old room roped and beat.
My flesh is melting slowly from the rising heat.
I would scream if I could but I make no sound.
The images in my head spin round and round.
I have no idea what he has in store for me.
I at least have my hopes that I will not see.
I feel is he will kill me he should do it fast.
But this psycho killer wants to make it last.
He makes sure I'm still by taking my legs.
He nails my thighs to the wall with some thick metal pegs.
He makes sure I dont scream by ripping off my tongue.
I start spitting up blood from the tear in my lung.
He rips out my hair piece by peace till im bald.
The next thing I know my arms are now sawed.
Painful inch by inch I can feel steel teeth bite.
I close my eyes fast cuz I cant stand the site.
When I open again I can see a big pot.
The mans burning me alive so his meal with be hot.
The last thing I see before he pokes out my eyes is the look on his face
when I saw his head rise.
He was lifeles and loveless and I saw his deep pain.
But I feel no remorse for this boy gone insane.
He cooked while I struggled in the boiling pot.
I wasn't quite done yet but I was steaming hot.
He didn't care though he just wanted to eat so he layed out my torso
and sat in his seat.
I will never forget what he did to me then.
He stared at my body before cutting again.
I would never have expected this and I have no idea what to say.
But before that bitch ate me he bowed his head to pray....
 
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