The scream is constant
Bouncing off the walls
Getting louder with each passing moment
I sit in my buried cell
Struggling to breathe
Clutching at my white chains
Wishing they would break
My heart races
Sweat beading down my neck
The shadow taunts me
Dangling the knife in front of me
Its screams loud as ever
I try to resist
I try, try, try
I try so hard
But I can't resist
I take the knife
And use my arm as my violin
Playing the song that is my death
