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by C G Turner Aug 21, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Being held in a cell In a dungeon full of hate Awaiting my execution Is this my fate? Locked in a spell I lay staring Wondering, dreaming Can I escape? I hear the groans I hear the screams I think to myself Why am I here? I begin to wonder If what they say is true For I cannot recollect What crime did I commit? I awaken from my thoughts Faint whispers I hear Coming ever closer What are they saying? I cannot make out the words As the figure draws nearer I hear the rustle of keys Is it my turn to die? The smell of a thousand deaths Grows ever stronger Suddenly the screaming stops How much longer have I? The flicker of a candle The whistling of the wind I wait forever impatiently Will they come for me? I begin to remember Scenes of horror fill my head I try to shut them out Could this be real? The night grows colder The darkness grows thicker Feverishly I begin to shiver Have I done these wicked things? Time passes by ever slowly These sounds I hear Becoming ever louder How can one stand such noise? The screams have resumed The figure moves ever closer My anticipation mounts Is it my time yet? My life flashes before me Never before have I felt So restless, I cannot bear Oh why won't they hurry? The figure approaches Grasping the keys in hand The screaming grows louder Am I ready for this? The end must be near For they have come for me The groans and screams I hear Could they be mine?