Rough draft I'll expand and make it better later... tell me what you think
Alone I sit and knell in the black icy corner of my room, with my eyes closed and lungs gasping for one last chilly breath of air. No matter if my eyes are open or closed the only images that I see are that of torture and death. I scream to the lord that has given me nothing in my life for some peace and a view of an angel. Just something, anything to take this pain away from me. As my lungs are unable to take another breath I feel a lifeless harsh hand grip my shoulder. Unable to move the lifeless hand slips down my shirt and rips into my walls of my being. My back arches, my heart stops and my eyes close for the very last time. A crimson river flows down the arm of Lucifer as his barbed nails shred into the walls of my heart. As the crimson river flows down his forearm and runs off his battered elbow the life within me is drained to nothing. All my hopes, dreams and memories stream down his icy dead arm and pool on the ground in front of me. In my mind plays the images of torture and death and I realize that what my life is going to be; dead, alone and tortured by those around me. After this night I will never be able to experience anything as he has taken everything out of me. There is nothing left for me here. Everything I could have been or had lays in a steaming pool of crimson staining the cream carpet that I lay on. Dead and alone I will always be, until the day an angel enters my life.