I turn and look,
everywhere flesh on hooks,
skulls on mounted on the walls,
headless little dolls.
Oh, someone please help me,
I pull on my bonds but cant get free,
I hear footsteps coming closer,
Soon I will be face to face with this monster.
The door slowly swings wide,
and the shadow the darkness cant hide,
with the knife in his hand,
I know my time is at his demand.
With the first cut the agony is too much,
the knife was covered in salt and makes a sound like a crunch,
I scream which excites him then i pass out,
nothing more to to say or talk about.
I slip away into a dream,
with my final scream,
I am finally free,
Now all that is left is pieces of me.