Gruesome thoughts swirl around
To my mind’s eye they are wound
With such gore
No longer can I ignore
What behind my eyes lies in wait
For them to close then the images will penetrate
I know they are not real
But I cannot help what I feel
And I feel the hot searing pain
Across my skin flowing down the chain
I feel the tightness of my binds
I hear the shrieking within my mind
My screams bouncing off the walls
With it every inch of my skin crawls
I will not be saved form this
But my death will bring with it much bliss
I know it is not real
But I cannot help what I feel
Now I lie here awake
Holding myself while I shake
My only comfort is what is true
That this night I will make it through
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