Can you hear the shadows scream
drifting in from where despair breeds
a forced confession spawned from fear
The only truth is the end is near
Not interested in innocence or guilt
like the petals of a flower
all your limbs will wilt
Fat coats the feet
Gradually put to heat
arms pinned to the chest once more
Flames found there next
take hold
Body shudders from pain
and fear
The screaming becomes too much
seven nails drive the jaw shut
Torment concludes for what is worth
half dead & buried alive
face down in bare earth
what others suffer we behold