Agonizing waiting has come to the end. That is your last breath; you know there is no way back. You thought there is no room for fear in your heart, Swimming in its river for weeks, felt fetid breath of his gory mouth.
Sensed his cold tentacles digging into your dirty flesh. The siren sounded piercing to the bone, And an unknown feeling gripped the heart by the merciful fangs. Fangs… Fangs…
Panic whisper and cry cut through the air instead of scream. It is not the fear of death - you know what… what will be. What… will… be.
Still guessing that the future will be darn sight worse. The only depth of darkness is around Lumbering by the mechanical crack, maddening by the white noise. Naked sweaty flesh sucks the sound.
Feels sharp steel appearing and disappearing to nowhere. The darkness is not hostile – the darkness fairly killing. For a brief moment all becomes quiet. In the distance you see the light
Of electronic scoreboard with a countdown.
Someone or something has started the inevitable process. Four ... Three ... Two ... One ... Close your eyes!
Mechanical wires permeating the flesh, Moving swiftly through the veins.
The first wave has passed through the body Like million over sharp needles turning out of you. Terrible spasm dislocating joints. The final round of the bloody spiral of misery.
You feel like arms and legs turning, turn into ashes. It is not the pain; it is something new which did not exist before, The light turns on. You see the greatness of your tormentor. The last flash. Ashes. All is over.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
