My Tortured Body and Soul

[i]He creeps in when I expect him least,
Vulnerable and weak he feeds freely,
Taking my soul, tearing me to pieces,
Shredding into my body slowly,
Blood pours from the wounds he makes,
Tearing me apart piece by piece,
Consuming me slowly enjoying my pain,
Laying helpless I let him tear,
Mouth open in a forever silent scream,
Hands reaching and grasping,
None come to my rescue,
Angels look down with laughter in their eyes,
Knowing I deserve this wretched torture,
My mind filled with agony,
Every nerve in fiery pain,
Eyes fill with blood behind my lenses,
Red shadows my vision,
Blood pours from my mouth and nose,
Pooling around my tortured body,
Pumping with the beat of my heart,
Arteries spray in rhythm,
My entrails he does spread,
Around me like a shrine,
Tearing me from the inside out,
Exposing all my weaknesses,
Leaving nothing untouched and tortured,
My heart he takes last,
In his bloody grasp he grabs,
Pulling it slowly from my chest,
Watching my body convulse in pain,
My life source beats before my eyes,
Straining to feed a body,
That it is no longer attached to.