Awaiting Pinhead

Break. My nail hanging on the splintered door frame, The rusty friction of my poisoned blood Seeping through the contaminated cracks Of the tormented nightmare I am in. Rip. My flesh from my hands, Clawing at the jagged walls, Cutting into my delicate veins, To slash my surroundings crimson. Cackle. Guttural and scratchy in my throat, Smearing broken flesh across my face, Shrieking with maddening dread From the torture I am receiving. Burn. Smouldering my suffering shins, Scolding my soft skin, Blistering my blood, Singeing my soul. Red. The sign of suffering, The mark of murder, The trait of torture, The colour of the cruel. But the pain is irrelevant There is much worse to come What kills me Is the wait... I scream out in agony The itching infected insanity Building in my nebulous mind I scream and my body convulses. Searing temperatures fluctuate within, Animalistic howls echo amongst And through my lunacy I’m able to hear Through blood soaked ears The slow, deliberate, mechanical steps Accompanied by the screech of rusty razor knives, The shudder of cold breath through gritted teeth, The booming bellow of a beast My broken body sprawled and I twist My upper half in grinding pain My stinging eyes searching My gasps growing... I squint at the pierced demon The seductive cenobite In patient, deliberate calm he growls: Welcome, To Hell. Screaming, shrieking, Shattering, soul scolding Wails will Shudder and spin throughout the labyrinth For eternity.