Waking in the room with no windows or doors

Waking soaked in oily swear
Slowly, as if from nightmares
Woken and fearful
A new place, new smells but no sound
Not the room last seen by these eyes
Dirty filth caked hole in the world
Pit of malignany rotting foulness
A table in the centre, surgical apparatus
Bound and gagged to the morticians slab
Straining alone in the room against the chains and rope
Much to tight as the bonds start to choke
Tears sting the eyes and silently scream
Hoping and praying this is some kind of joke
Weeping now as the strength turns to exhaustion
Anger resentmesnt and fear take control
Suddenly feeling eyes upon the body
Scanning across the nakedness
White body in the grime and decay
Beneath a dusty lamp and above a drain
Caked with red that hopefully is just rust
Clumps of hair of varied colour cake the grill
In amongst the sludge a tooth and a fingernail
From the shadows steps a man in black attrire
Praying to God he is a savious
Deep inside knowing he is here for pleasure
Unwrapping a length of cloth which metallically rattles
Glittering in the murkey gloom
Silver instruments of delicate precision
Tempered steel for surgical incisions
Taking knife in hand and testing the slick blade
He looks at the droplets of blood rise from the cut he made
Impervious he slices deep
The only noises are his laughs at me
I start to fight straining agains my prison
The ropes burn into the flesh and the chains tighten
Head in a clamp forced into the archaic device
He leers above with the blade of choice in his hand
With his right hand eyelids are forced apart
Threatening to slice them off if non-compliant
Glittering able to see the blade descent
Glinting in the yellowed gloom
Reflecting back a personal and fearful face
The blade is offered no resistance
No pain at first just the touch of steel on the orb
Sinking deep about another second in
Through the gag screams are still able to be heard
Never been so fearful in all of life passed
Now trapped alone and being mutilated
The blade digs deeper and the eyeball membrane gives way
Milky fuid like pus runs warm down the cheek
Sickly sweet as it flows to the side of the mouth
Gagging and wretching and vomiting
Blood punps from the ruin of the socket
Cutting away at the remains of the eyeball
Optic never shredded bloody twisted remnants
Never to be used again, forever desecrated
Head raised so that the body is in view
Remaining eyeball opened to stare straight forward
Prayed for death and never given a chance
Hacked into with wanton glee by a stranger
Staring forward and helpless
He opens the feeble body stomach to sternum


Waking up again brought back with sickly smelling salts
Revived to see the handywork
Un-knowing at first, recalling some distant nightmare
Snapping awake remembering the charnel house horror
The eye wont open the other see's the worst
Body not a body at all
Blistered cracked, caked in blood and gore
Broken bones protrude and organs cascade to the floor
Ribs cracked, revealing the meat
He hears and smiles and walks over
Grinning he turns off the camera
Takes his reddened blade and slits the throat from ear to ear
Falling down to his knees
Blood sprays and spatters the table thick and dripping
Gurgling he calls out his last words
'I fixed you'
Looking round to see the amputated limbs
Raw and stitched up with wire and black thread
Tubes inserted into the body cavity
Pumping something white and something red back and to
Permanantly bonded to the room with the man who loved too much
Screaming and crying and driven insane