Torture Garden

I walk through these tainted fields of somewhere beyond Dying ashes strew across the grass and death abound My attention soon turned towards the faint whispers distantly As big footsteps started to approach, their shadows dancing Lit by floating candlelight, body shuddering and shunned those Of the infernal, the most vile and twisted contortions They slowly pulled me apart painfully piece by piece My eyes began to darken, I felt their nails Fiends clawing, tearing my spirit out of the husk Tortured, and preyed upon for the rest of oblivion My soul was all they wanted in the end

Written by FlakyPorcupine