Murder....Saw Movie...Something, I Dunno :) Poem by Heather Taylor

eyes wide shut
fiercely slam open
as you smell the gasoline
in which you've been soaking.
there's no escape
for you're chained to the wall
the time of your death
is only my call.
you try to scream
and hear nothing but
muffled cries
from a mouth sewn shut.
lights are flashing
and people are dancing
music blares
as they begin chanting.
their beautiful words
you cannot hear
for i have severed
your only good ear!
escape is wanted
as your thoughts race
your chains fall- and
its the beginning of a good chase
long dark hallways
lie close ahead
but you better hurry
cause you're nearly dead.
almost completely blind
by this plastic wrap
you can't see
to escape my trap
it comes wicked, painful, and slow;
your death
i laugh as you struggle
for one last breath