Memories

They skit across my mind,
causing me to shriek.
I don't want to go mad
from all the madness they seek.

Images of horrors dance
Through my whithered soul.
They make me grimace
from the pain, turning me black as coal.

Pictures of flames and blades
Streak across my painstaked face.
Wishing for nothing but
The Lords holy grace.

Please, if you hear me,
Pull me out of this hell!
I can't take it anymore,
And I promise not to tell.