Dark Poems

Torture

I took a step closer and closer to my prey.

Each step echoing in the room announcing the arrival of the devil himself.

The whimpers and soft cries of the sinner slowly invading the room.

The scent of blood offering my soul peace.

The sinner's eyes filled with tears. Craving for mercy and freedom.

Yet none was offered for innocent humans' blood was tainted on this person.

Smiling like I was offered my favourite meal.

I stared into the sinner's eyes enjoying the fear swirling around its irises, consuming it wholeheartedly.

The agonising screams and pleas echoing in the room for hours producing the most satisfying and blissful symphony to a devil's ears.

Exhaling softly, I watched as the room lit up in flames at last, burning the fragile body of my tortured prey.

Torturing and consuming its soul painfully till only ashes were left behind.