The Scraping Of My Bone

Blood stains on the concrete wall    
Red rivers flowing on the floor    
Hidden shadows in corners crawl    
A chilling draft creaking the door    
   
The flickering light enrages    
As I quickly scan the room    
Clanging sounds of rattling cages    
This torture chamber of doom    
   
His dirty hands and jagged nails    
Slowly dragging his hatchet    
The smell of bloody entrails    
Filled with crawling maggots    
   
Soulless black beady eyes    
Gazed hauntingly into mine    
Echoes of blood curdling cries    
Psychological torture by design    
   
He whispered softly in my ear    
Devilishly saying I was next    
My body now paralyzed with fear    
My mind shocked and perplexed    
   
He started swinging and attacking    
Promising my punishment measured    
My spine splintered and cracking    
And my limbs severely severed    
   
He placed the hatchet on the ground    
And reached for his rusty scalpel    
On my head he carved a crown    
Preparing me for my death chapel    
   
Blood ran down my tearful face    
As I begged and pleaded for death    
Praying for deaths embrace    
While choking on my breath    
   
Fading away I disappear    
Drifting into futures unknown    
The most horrific sound to ever hear    
The scraping of my bone