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Black walls

Black walls of stone surround me
I'm tied to the ground, motionless
Strange sounds come from the grotesque doorways
Voices of the damned

Sinister eyes watch me
My blood is frozen by the fear of death
I can see shapes approaching in the dark
Walk of the damned

The iron fist of terror hits me
Dizzy by despair I try to scream
They take me
They want me
Sliding their tongues over my body
Whispering terrifying words in my ears
Feeding themselves with my tormented soul

Exhausted by the penetrating pain I give myself up
Life slips away from my disfigured body
I'm just an empty shell right now
Left to rot

© 2004 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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