Visions of Torture

A person on the verge of insanity.

I can smell the blood
Of a loved one dying.
I can feel the pain
Of an anguished soul.
This isn't my imagination,
This isn't a hallucination,
This is the reality.

Blood and death.
Chains and torture.
Set me on fire.

Like a disease in my brain,
Disillusioning my senses.
I can't escape my insanity -
These morbid visions that torment me.
Set me free from this blood-curdling nightmare.
Leave me alone to dwell in my sorrow.

My tears are falling,
Crashing around me.
I'm trapped in the darkness,
Shut-out from everything.
Only fear exists in my personal hell.
I am doomed for all eternity.
I have nothing to gain
And everything to lose.