Deaths cold grilp is merciless. when it grabs on it holds tight. All it wants is to be the one to put you to sleep tonight. With winding claws around your neck, no one will hear your screams. Until this day Death will stay with you in your dreams. Nightmares of pain and torture galore. There is no escape, there's a lock on the door. Infesting your brain, eating away at your mind. Calloused numbness as on your soul darkness dines. The freezing scratches from torturous claws; as you feel Death itself, with aching and cruel thoughts. Implanted on your body, while seeping through your soul. Your very essence tainted by the entity who burns you whole. Scorched beyond repair, not even Aloe can save the day. Burns that hurt not just your skin, but mould your mind like clay. Putty in the capable hands of the one you most fear. You now live in the hands of every scream's eager ear. To die now is more noble, an easier way to end. But how do I know that it's me talking, not my fearsome devil friend? Don't trust me, don't trust yourself, don't trust anyone. If you do you're going to be evils new toy, a source of Hell's torturous fun.
