I'm trying to go to sleep,
But there's something there who creeps,
Everytime I lay my head down,
I hear them making sounds,
Loud, banging, As if it just sits and pounds,
"Who there?" I say..
I try to sleep a different way,
On the sofa, in the other room,
It's quiet, as if it was a mummie's tomb,
I lay my head on the arm rest,
But I'm awaken by some.. annoying pest.
"BANG, BANG," at the door,
I jump and fall, and land on the floor.
"Ouch!" I say.. "I can't wait until the break of day"
My chest gets tight, something hits me and I lose all sight,
I wake up.. urine all over..
Blood and shit, my body it covers..
"Wha.. what is this?" I smell the stench of piss.
The man begins to laugh, and then.. picks up a piece..
A piece of my calf.. He cut it off..
Along with some other pieces.
"My fingers! Where are they?"
He just laughs, but doesn't say,
I beg and plead, as I watch my body bleed,
He takes his knife, slits my chest,
"I think it's time.. for you to take a rest"
I scream bloody murder..
He opens the door and another man walks in,
"Jeez.. the scream. 100 miles away I could have heard her"
He looks at me and starts to grin.
"Well, let's begin!"
He takes out a needle and pokes me in the arm,
"Don't worry honey, this wont do you any harm"
I try to make a struggle, but.. I suddenly feel sleepy,
I've never seen myself, cry or this weepy,
I feel my heart rate getting lower and lower
I look over, and the monitor.. the beeping is getting slower,
I scream "No! I don't want to die!"
They look at me "Oh.. but why?"
They take a knife and cut my upper thigh,
I try to scream, but.. all I do.. is slowly cry..
"Please.. hold still"
I'm forced to, as they mutilate me at their will,
I look up at the ceiling, suddenly I lose all feeling,
The smell, disgusting aroma..
As I realized I was slipping into a coma.
"One last question before I go",
"Okay, what do you want to know"
They look at each other and then back at me,
"We just wanted to see"
I looked shocked "What? wanted to see what!?"
"To see if you could last this long.."
I close me eyes.. and the last thing I hear,
Is them, singing this.. horrific song,
"We long for death, we love to kill.. We love to torture, at our will"
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