Living Hell

I see my future, my picture; it is torn, faded to gray.

I hear silence, no color, and people without a face.

I weep for borrowed dreams as bodies slowly sway.

In death, I am birthed; In birth, I feel the grace.

As I sleep, they invade, tug and pull, rip my flesh away.

Devoured by a million teeth, Tis' better to burn at stake!

These silenced voices grind in my brain, licking lips as they play.

I toss and turn, as they viciously rape, rack my body to hear it break.

One can not escape, bondage they make, loving the glorious hate.

Peeling thy skin, the ripest of fruit, a slab of meat, oozing with pain.

I can not breathe, only scream, the filet of me, demons do salivate.

The end begins, as it all starts again, remade, only to be cleaved by chains.