Death Shadow

Shadow creeps,

Death looms;

A face approaches,

But it's masked;

A knife volunteers,

To venture and castrate the veins;

Victim quivers,

Pushed to the corner of the room;

Doors open and close,

But the doors were bolted;

Cold freeze settles in,

Insides are shredded;

Contradicting to heat outside,

Victim craves for death;

Illusions crawl,

It's just a shadow.