I opened my eyes,
awakened by the sound of their
forks and knives scrapping
on the plates;
Brought back to consciousness
by the booming sound of their
laughter that echoes in the room,
and a dramatic melody of a violin
playing on the background,
Tonight will be the last
hopeless on a hard, cold marble table.
My head turned,
and vision darkened.
When will this end?
They cut through the flesh,
carving through the skin,
through the muscle and
through the bones,
enjoying every moment of it.
A jolt of searing pain finally awakened me,
I watched them gnaw and feast on my flesh
while I lie lifeless in front of these heartless souls,
their mouth filled with bits and pieces of me,
consuming all of me,
I lie lifeless on the hard, cold marble table
as they begin to feast my body on my last supper.