Pieces of Me

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.