Enclosed and burrowed deep inside,
cocooned maggots begin to hatch.
Scratching and wriggling, worming away,
making room for the next new batch.
Blood congealed, long since dried,
your body broken and beaten.
Nothing more than a mere carcass,
a dinner that's half eaten.
An old tarnished silver trolley sits,
forgotten in space and time.
Dusty blood stained hunting knifes,
used to torture your body and mind.
Reflections shattered, ground to dust,
foggy memories form a thick mist.
Hung, drawn and quartered, twice,
you were the first in a VERY long list.
Deep welts from a razor whip,
teeth extracted one by one.
Cuts turned to deep stab wounds,
tortured in the name of fun.
Your death was one of horror,
your blood drained so very slow.
Lingering on in untold agony,
until it was time for you to go.







and thanks for the BG! Its perfect!



I bet it you tried to eat the half eaten dinner
lol


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