Eternal Death Syndrome

White walls spinning,
Spinning inside my head,
How do I know,
If I'm alive or dead?

Trapped on this stiff bed,
Hands and ankles clasped tight.
I cry so softly,
When he enters my sight.

Oily matted hair,
Plastered to dirty pale skin,
Bloodshot sunken eyes,
Widen at his beastly grin.

His skin is like yellow parchment,
Dried and glued thinly to the bone,
His eyes ,blue fire, wide and crazed,
Against his skin burning alone.

Crooked rotting teeth,
Bared in a grin so insanely wide,
Stifles my sour screech,
Closing my eyes I pretend to hide.

I don't want to be here...
I just want to go home,
I'm pleading with him now,
Oh, please leave me alone!

He's going to touch me again,
Each time I pray it'll be the last,
The feel of his skin's horrible,
Like rough sandpaper moving fast.

My skin burns turning red,
Fresh blood starts to trickle at his hand,
Tears burn my weary eyes,
Why he does this, I don't understand.

He rubs his palms all over my body,
From my paling face to my last toe,
Soon my skin is smeared in oozing crimson,
Cursing I scream for him to please go.

My skin is irritated,
Burning and bleeding,
His grin widens even more,
My eyes he's reading...

He never speaks a word,
I know not the madman's name,
But every day he comes...
Grins that grin and does the same...

My eternal damnation,
Oh, my eternal death,
Like the most painful syndrome,
Burning in every breath.