The bottomless pit
where the creatures gather,
their foaming fangs
with red blood lather.

Sitting in silence
edging their axe,
the lonely man nears
they  began their attack.

They sever his throat
and suck dry his vains,
they rip out his heart
and laugh at his pain.

They cut out his soul
and toss it about,
and feast on his fears
from the inside out.

What's left of the man
in the bottomless pit,
he's one of them now
in silence they sit.