Category: Writers Block
I was once a cold-blooded killer, but now i lay in this shallow grave, a pit of decadent dismay.
Whilst the decaying earth around me sings it's sorrowful song, maggots and other vermin of this world devour me, till my earthly remains are gone.
Your screams seduced me, your pain was satisfying and made me whole.
With just one twist of the knife or one kick to the face, I was in heaven watching you writhe and your blood flow.
My torture was gruesome and had no bounds, it was preformed on many and many more were in shock and astounded.
But then the day came when the tables were turned, now I was the one who was tortured, crucifyed and burned.
Now your the one who feeds on fear, I never thought it'd come to this.
Now i'm the one suffering in hell whilst your in eternal bliss.