Terror's Wheel

You are entering the realm of terror, it's made with our own personal nightmare. Just because the blood isn't yours to spill, doesn't mean you get away after the kill.

Clammy fingers attached to a nervous hand, causes you to hesitate as she reaches in demand.

Her insidious smile fraught with a disturbed thought, widens your worry with her undoubtful elation.

You have a fear in your eyes eaten out by evil of this kind, the evil of your own creation.

The realm of terror crawls into your mind, and swirls through your brain. Evil clouds your thoughts when all you see is the blood stain. Your face white with fright on this night, the moon so pale.

The color of wind storms and hail. Rough hail that pounds down on your hollow shell, a shell abandoned long ago.

Existing in this fiery hell, there is no witness to the murder only you know.

Seems so sad but you can barely feel, caught in the realm of terror's wheel. Beg with your hands of blood on muddy knees.

The realm of terror slashes your throat, silencing your useless pleas.