Torture Ritual

I will not survive this night Scraped of my vesture confined in a dungeon of sludge Reign of whips sink their fangs into a helpless frame Body marked with filth-stained blood A shrieking scream resonates within chambers of anguish The mind has succumbed to this torture ritual Wrists are blistered from the cold sharp chain My torso lingering over the cradle of bloodshed I will not survive this night Slowly declining to my inevitable doom Torn apart and gutted by impalement My eyes turn white as I throw up my interiors Head faints down the chest as I take my final breath You will not survive this night You will suffer this torture ritual Screeches fade into the night As the henchmen perform their act No one can see my atrocious martyrdom for salvation No one can see my atrocious martyrdom This is my last night My final hour drawing nearer Head faints down the chest as I take my final breath Head faints down the chest while I suffer this torture ritual