The Scent Of A Screaming Woman

You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house

Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness

And only in your thoughts you still see daylight

In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy...

You remember your lonely way through the night

Walking in silence with vacant stare

With the burden of worldly troubles

You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it's too late

And now you are here - among rusty tubing

Among disgusting purling of sewage

In the incubator of moss and mould

In the domain of slowly approaching insanity

You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear

Naked, frozen and weak

Trembling at the thought of what

IT will do next time

IT visited you twice by now

An ugly crooked figure

Every time the creature came up to you

And sniffed up something between your spread legs

You tried but could not see HIS (HER) face

It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams...

You live in hope that someone could here it

Before IT will come again smelling your scent...