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  
And I begged and pleaded for death  
Praying for my 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