The door is locked from the outside.
Your trapped in a dark cold place of hell,
You smell blood in the air,
Is it yours or is it something else,
With tears in your eyes you walk around
tripping on things at you wilted feet,
Tears role down your frost bit cheek
you want to scream out loud,
You realize your steeping on bones,
You scream out in pain for help,
suddenly the door opens,
And something is standing there before you,
wearing cloth over his body with demonistic red eyes,
he points at you and you back up,
You trip over a skull and you scream,
he come to you with slow movement,
He grabs you and puts you on a table,
Finally you realize the reaper has you,
with a frozen smile on his face,
he chains you to the table,
He rotates his hour glass,
and begins to cut you up,
You scream from the pain,
he stops when the last blood has dripped,
