My Fate

Last night I got up worried from my sleep,
I was sweating and my eyes were ever deep.
I could see tears welling up in my eyes,
As I stood numb in front on the mirror, 2 hours past midnight.

I noticed the lines of tension and fear on my forehead.
I touched my silent heart which seemed dead.
I was lost in the serenity of the night so bold,
But I regained consciousness when my bare feet became cold.

I had actually confronted my fate -
I had seen everything that I would be going through, few years late.
It wasn't a dream; it was truly a nightmare,
As when I woke up, my limbs felt scared.

I saw a man holding a dagger,
Who chased me long as I ran with horror.
He caught me and inserted his weapon through me,
It produced the pain which I could never feel.

I saw myself entangled in the thorns.
I saw deep cuts and scrapes all over my body.
I was bleeding bad,
And there was no one who could help me get back.

There were evil spirits around me,
They plucked my hair from the roots mercilessly.
They also pulled my nails out of me,
And enjoyed the tone of my scream.

My flesh was exposed and it ached.
It was my blood with which they bathed.
I lied naked with my open wounds,
Staring helplessly on the hungry hounds.

They dragged me with contempt and ligated my tongue.
And with the burning ropes I was hung.
I was then beaten harsh to death,
With my bleeding eyes still wet.

They cut my fingers, they daggered me.
It wasn't late that I could see my pieces.
The tears I had shed were all dry now,
As my blood was there to compensate its need.

They hit my head with the strongest blow.
They pinched my flesh and scratched my nose.
The strands of my flesh were locked in their nails,
And also that blood with which those nails were stained.

It was so horrid to see myself holed.
I was killed brutally was what my dream showed.
I know this would be my real fate in the near future,
As I've committed enough sins to face this torture.