My body is tied under
These ****** ropes.
I can almost here the
Desperate pleas of

Their deceased
Hopes.
A man has entered.
Completely hidden

Beneath the silhouette
Of the darkened room.
Will this place become my tomb?
The blood-soaked tools

Of torture rest on the table
Stained with red.
The po0ls of sickening madness
Lay beneath my feet,

And yet they continue
To spread.
The mixing of a million
Tortured screams

Fill my head.
The evidence lays beneath
Me, this is the blood
His victims shed.

This game is sick.
I can barely breathe
As my hold on control
Slowly begins to seethe.

The man takes a step closer to me,
His figure an apparition.
What would you do if
You were in my position?

A gleam of something shining
Glints in his right hand.
What is that?
This adrenaline is something

I can no longer stand.
As a scarlet-dyed knife
Dances in front of my face.
He whispers something

That causes my hope to erase.
"I will watch your disgusting body rot!
That blood-stained place behind this torture chamber
Will be our little secret spot. I promise."

The knife raises to my throat,
And in one quick movement,
My death is what will promote.
My name is now etched into

The dark room's walls,
Now his next target
Will hear my blood-curdling calls.

This is a tragic ending to a story
Full of hammering hearts
And deafening screams.
This is a tragic ending

To all my hopes and dreams.