He waits

Am chained, in pain and he waits to quench his thirst.
He's known for his claws on his victims head 
I'm his only food ,alone in a cave he will eat me first 
Before I arrive due to freight I'll already be dead 
Those sleepless nights I had I can rest in his gut as my bed
This fiendish beast he knows I'm coming he waits
This life is cruel I'm now its trade
This fiendish beast he knows I'm coming he waits.

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