Hieroglyphs of Agony
This space, suffocates
My skin begins to crawl
Huddled in the corner
Fearing to make a sound
The screams are no more
Just the thudding
Of a bloody cleaver
Hacking at the flesh
Preparing the sacrament
The sound in my head
Elevates the choking dread
The air in this place
Reeks of human waste
I can't take it anymore
I crack the door open
Listening for the slightest sound
My eyes scan around
The room is clear
I've got to get
Out of this place
Now is the only chance
I slip out of the closet
My back against the wall
As I make for the exit
I'm not paying attention
When I knock the table
And it's contents
The sound is deafening
As the table is updended
My face is grim
As I consider the thought of running
I see Mack from the corner of my eye
Moving quickly for such a big guy
Before I know it I'm caught in his hands
I guess that means I'm not leaving
A cruel smile crosses his face
As his fist connects with my face
Blackness fills the space...
When I come too
My fears are realized
I'm locked in a cage
With no escape
"What have we here?
A fly on the wall...
You've seen too much,
The question is what now?"
"You're a fucking pig
You'll get yours if it's the last thing
It's best to kill me now
Cuz I'll get free... somehow"
Mack's laughter
Is a thing to hear
Like gargling glass
Without any fear
My mind is racing
As I watch him leave
I'm left facing
The cold incalculable truth
The worst case scenario
Is playing out
I'm losing hope
Dirty hands
That hold the bars
Shake them to no avail
That sound
That starts again
Like a knife
Stabbed in the ear
Metal against the bone
Blood pooling on the floor...
The smell of cooked flesh
Makes my stomach growl
I scream uselessly
For them to fucking stop!
Time slips by
I know not how much
Before Mack returns
To gloat again
"My Master
He'll want to talk to you
You'll tell him your secrets
You'll be beggin him for sure..."
There's nothing to say
Defeat has won the day
Sitting sullenly
With my back turned defiantly
Mack laughs again
And leaves the room
Then the chanting begins
Grating on my nerves
It seems like hours go by
Lulled by the murmuring
They're ritual
Finally comes to a close
Then there's Mack again
Followed by two other men
Their crimson robes
Slick with fresh blood
The key is slipped in the lock
As rough hands pull me erect
Dragged from my steely prison
Lead out back of this abattoir
A car is idling
Pushed in the back with more men waiting
The sack cloth over my head
Thrust into blackness again...
My skin begins to crawl
Huddled in the corner
Fearing to make a sound
The screams are no more
Just the thudding
Of a bloody cleaver
Hacking at the flesh
Preparing the sacrament
The sound in my head
Elevates the choking dread
The air in this place
Reeks of human waste
I can't take it anymore
I crack the door open
Listening for the slightest sound
My eyes scan around
The room is clear
I've got to get
Out of this place
Now is the only chance
I slip out of the closet
My back against the wall
As I make for the exit
I'm not paying attention
When I knock the table
And it's contents
The sound is deafening
As the table is updended
My face is grim
As I consider the thought of running
I see Mack from the corner of my eye
Moving quickly for such a big guy
Before I know it I'm caught in his hands
I guess that means I'm not leaving
A cruel smile crosses his face
As his fist connects with my face
Blackness fills the space...
When I come too
My fears are realized
I'm locked in a cage
With no escape
"What have we here?
A fly on the wall...
You've seen too much,
The question is what now?"
"You're a fucking pig
You'll get yours if it's the last thing
It's best to kill me now
Cuz I'll get free... somehow"
Mack's laughter
Is a thing to hear
Like gargling glass
Without any fear
My mind is racing
As I watch him leave
I'm left facing
The cold incalculable truth
The worst case scenario
Is playing out
I'm losing hope
Dirty hands
That hold the bars
Shake them to no avail
That sound
That starts again
Like a knife
Stabbed in the ear
Metal against the bone
Blood pooling on the floor...
The smell of cooked flesh
Makes my stomach growl
I scream uselessly
For them to fucking stop!
Time slips by
I know not how much
Before Mack returns
To gloat again
"My Master
He'll want to talk to you
You'll tell him your secrets
You'll be beggin him for sure..."
There's nothing to say
Defeat has won the day
Sitting sullenly
With my back turned defiantly
Mack laughs again
And leaves the room
Then the chanting begins
Grating on my nerves
It seems like hours go by
Lulled by the murmuring
They're ritual
Finally comes to a close
Then there's Mack again
Followed by two other men
Their crimson robes
Slick with fresh blood
The key is slipped in the lock
As rough hands pull me erect
Dragged from my steely prison
Lead out back of this abattoir
A car is idling
Pushed in the back with more men waiting
The sack cloth over my head
Thrust into blackness again...
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Carrion
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