The bones are reaching out for me.
With ****** meat, still tied to thee.
A laughter, shrill, and dark inside.
My name is called, I cannot hide.

A smell so rank, I must confess.
There disgusting faces, are a mess.
The lower lips are hanging down.
Showing teeth, of green and brown.

Their hair and skin have both been fried.
With a smell as if, a skunk has died.
The eyeballs hang, with gross dismay.
And you wonder how long, they've been this way.

They reach out, and scratch at me.
There fingernails, I do not see.
With the strength, of a man so great.
I start to fear, I am too late.

There arm's will raise, with knives so high.
I know it's time, for me to die.
There rushing down, and blood spurts out.
The pains so great, I scream and shout.
It hurts so much, when they torture me.
The door is closed, I cannot see.