Cold marble on my back
hand and feet bound by lether straps
a white cloth covers me
so white and pure
soon becomes tainted with blood
slowly he cuts my skin over my breasts
pain shots though my veins
I scream but he pays no attention
slowly caresses me as cuts me more
over and over and over some more
no amount of screams and movements nothing
will stop this man
dressed in white, only color is of his blue eyes,
though can not see much more though my tears,
starts to stitch up my wounds.
He lefts without a word to say,
hour and hours go by
I try not to think of the pain
think only of how I got here
for I can not recall,
thinking of what I did
though nothing comes to mind
nothing that would mean for this
The man returns
now this no blood to stain him
he carries wooden stakes, takes one look at me
I plead for him to stop but he does not listen
slowly as to bring out the pain
he enters them into my
two on each side of me
my screams don't seem to make a sound
my struggle to get free does not mind him
my blood pours out onto the table
so much is gone leaving only pain
more pain than I can stand wantting to die
soon I can no longer feel the pain, no longer see
my eyes open, thinking I was gone
but now no longer on the table
now in a blood if blood
my blood, my life.
