The Victim's Torture
I feel the blade,
The scream escaping,
My face is pale,
The axe is falling,
The shiver attacking,
The rope choking,
The fear of death,
The blood now dripping,
The heavy breaths of unknown faces,
The slow torture,
The air thick with the smell of decay,
My body thrown into the water,
Drowning in the deep abyss,
Washing up upon the shore,
The search and rescue found me there,
My blue face cut and swollen,
My burial was three weeks later,
Me screaming the entire time,
Let me out, I am fine,
And there's the man in black clothes staring,
I see him in my dreams.
And now he's there just tugging me,
And I am now in endless Hell!
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Deadly Poetry
PoetryTragedy, as you may or may not know is everywhere. Horror is a part of human nature, and at times, even poetry. Read these deadly poems and face the tragedy...
