Painting with FEAR

In my mouth. 

In my eyes. 

All I can taste is the saltiness of the blood. 

All I can smell is the heavy stench of rust. 

All I hear is the rattling of chains, and his laughter. 

Oh, that maniacal cackling! 

How it ground down on every last nerve in my body!

But that laughter also sends chills up my spine, creeping slowly like honey off a spoon. 

He speaks sugar sweet words as he places a blade against my neck. 

I freeze. 

I dare not even breathe, for I know now, that the end is here.