Dark red and warm,
Spilling out of my lips,
The taste of metal binding my taste,
A shiver of pain flowing through my hips,
Reminding me of the torture,
That I have been going through days,
Bounded by chains,
My hands now stiff,
In the vice grip of the monster,
As he looks at me,
With those eyes,
So hollow and dead,
I can see my blood,
My blood stains everywhere,
Telling me the stories,
Of me in these past days,
Days or months?
I have lost count of them anyways,
I have lost hope,
Of ever living through this,
I just wish he could,
Swipe his knife,
And just end this already,
As I can’t bear this anymore,
I can’t cry anymore,
My cries reach to none,
I have accepted my fate,
I can’t escape this torture chamber,
I know,
I am going to die,
But a slow and painful death,
I break into silent sobs,
As I reminisce those happy days of my life,
I wonder of my family,
Praying every second if they could save me,
I still have hope to be saved,
Even though it equals to a speckle of dust.

A loud bang at the door,
Pulls me out of my thoughts,
There he is,
The darkness standing there,
Waiting to engulf me,
To the death that’s been,
Waiting for me,
He walks near to me,
But I have lost my terror,
So many days here,
Has gave me the power for nothing to fear,
After all, what more is there to lose?
There’s nothing left,
He crouches down to my level,
I turn away,
And try to look at anything but his face,
I could see,
From the corner of my eyes,
The knife so near to my throat,
I realise,
That these are my last few seconds,
Its my end,
I have mixed feelings about these,
I am relieved that I would be free,
But the thought of never seeing my dear ones,...