As I walk through the dark cellar of killers, I see their sins written in blood on the pillars Though it's damp and a terror, I tread on and on But the voices keep screaming, even days long I meet a dark figure and take a deep breath For in this cellar, it surely means death He grabs my small forearm and drags me around I try not to amuse him by making any sound He ties me down tight and covers my eyes He gets his sharp knife and cuts down my thighs Worse than death, is this torture, painful and void Of any emotion, except his overjoy I scream, "Please just kill me" but he will not stop I feel so weak, like I'm going to pop When he's done, he just leaves me to die To suffer, to bleed, and mostly to cry While I accept my fate, and he's finally gone, I sit there askng why. What have I done? To be tortured and treated less kind than a rat Whom is chased, but at least killed by the cat. It must be my fault. I must be the culprit To bring to life, this lethal dark pit How else could I be treated this way? Now there will be no tomorrow.... I'm dead today.