I was sentenced to death for falsified sin.
By wicked king\'s will they flay my skin.
Bound by quivering limbs speckled in beads of sweat.
In unyielding horror, await agonizing death.
For hours I hang in silent woe.
By what manner of depravity does he stoop so low?
Waiting
Waiting
The decaying of time exacerbates my torment.
Waiting
Waiting
Insurmountable fear makes me want to vomit.
The door bursts open as my tormentors come
With malicious glee for the deed to be done.
Insanity brought on by the scraping of knives,
Sharpening and weaving them before my eyes.
Fear turns to dread inside my gut
And before too long they begin to cut.
Stripping away the skin from flesh,
Through taunts I smell their putrid breath.
Exposed tissue spewing crimson streams,
I\'ve nearly gone deaf from my own screams.
Epidermis in slabs is peeled away,
Feels like I\'m burning in an open flame.
Even my tears sting as I whimper and cry.
Don\'t know how long it took to die.
Dead
Lying in darkness tranquil and calm.
Floating
Savoring the moment as my pain is gone.
Empty
Disappointed by how I was undone.
Angry
Every part of my body calls for blood.
I awaken adrift on the astral plane.
Nine cosmic entities hold me in their gaze.
A reflection of space composes their being
In their stare belies a red star\'s gleam.
In still anticipation they seem to wait
In hurt and rancor I begin to beg.
\"I will forsake paradise and Heaven\'s send
If only you should grant me my revenge!\"
With one final nod, they send me back.
The tyrants soon shall feel my wrath.
The two who flayed me shall be first.
Through death I\'ll quench their sadistic thirst.
Still laughing at their masterpiece,
My skinless corpse begins to breathe.
The celestials gave me inhuman strength
With a furious scream, I break my chains.
In disbelief, their stares protest
As I wrap my hands around their necks.
A fiery portal neath their feet
Opens as I start to squeeze.
With their final breaths they\'ve surely learned
Fear as I send their souls to burn.
And now the king shall meet his doom.
His vile flesh by flies consumed.
Sitting on his undeserved throne
His life shall soon be mine to own.
Pounding, scratching on the wall
Into the room I slowly crawl.
By the time he sees me, it\'s far too late.
My bloodied hand has sealed his fate.
Plunged into his chest, he gasps.
I have his heart within my grasp.
No doubt cold from lack of use
With one swift pull, I tear it loose.
A look of shock as he hits the ground.
Now to me, his ghost is bound.
The celestials granted me a final pleasure
A nexus where I\'ll torture his soul forever.
How does it feel to lose your skin?
No worse than the anguish I\'ll bring to him!