Will I die here
Trapped in a snare of cruel design
I smell fire
Rancid flesh
Is it mine
Who will cut the line
Am I next to die
They all hunger
I see it in their eyes
Ravenous and yearning
For what feeds their appetite
In the caves of the troglodytes
I'm confined to ropes that bind
Whispers in the dark
Words I can't identify
They all hunger
I can see it in their eyes
Hear it in their cries
An all consuming rite
To feast on human life
A haunting appetite
I feel it on their bite
This is a ritual
They tear at the flesh
Teeth and nails at my breast
Alive I am fresh
A feast to relish
Cut
Scream
Bleed
They
Will
Feed
I will die here
Trapped in a snare of cruel design
I smell fire
Burning flesh
It is mine
No one left in line
I am meant to die
They all hunger
I see it in their eyes
Ravenous and yearning
For what feeds their appetite
In the cave of the troglodytes
I'm confined by ropes that bind
A feast by lamp light
A nightmare