Torture Garden

I walk through these tainted fields of somewhere beyond
Dying ashes strewn across the grass and death abound
My attention soon turned towards the faint whispers distantly
As big footsteps started to approach, their shadows dancing
Lit by floating candlelight, body shuddering and shunned those
Of the infernal, the most vile and twisted contortions
They slowly pulled me apart painfully piece by piece
My eyes began to darken, I felt their nails
Fiends clawing, tearing my spirit out of the husk
Tortured, and preyed upon for the rest of oblivion
My soul was all they wanted in the end