Agony surpases reality as the binds constrict. Endless visions dancing, teasing and mocking the weary soul. Sweat soaked body flailing back and forth. Each night and every minute worse than the one before. The open window seems to provide a message as the wind whistles thru the pines. Singing a song, slicing the night with words not meant to be heard. As they sway with each enchanting gust they bring a tear to the broken heart. Devils tongue, gut wrenching visions, sharpened claws tell a tale. Scouring to the right, scampering to the left no chance of escape. Pinned to the fresh earth, feet and hands bound tight. Sweat adhering the binds, compressed tightly. A prayer to God and hopes for a shining knight. Yet the devils blanket draws and annihilates the breaths from the body. Lights grow dim and breaths slow, maybe tonight all the prayers will be. Maybe tonight I wil go?