Wendigo, Wendigo

He watches you, smells your flesh

You watch yourself bleed, not knowing, nor caring, that you are dying

How could he have done such a thing?

How could you have done such a thing?

Stealth like, he advances on you

You still don't see him

He uses your pain as an invitation

He says that he can deal a painless death - however, you don't know he's lying

You haven't gotten a thing to live for anymore

He knows this

While he addresses you like a gentlemen, you smell blood

Maybe you smell your own blood

He smells it, too, and wants it

Smiling, he shows you how simple it is.

You don't know until it's too late, what happened to the others

He, this monster, killed them

Now, he plans to kill you

You recongize this monster

He makes you see how pained he is

Makes you see how badly he needs your flesh

Compelled to help, you allow him to slit your wrists

One cut, after another, until the skin is no longer there

He smiles at your sudden realization

Your realized that he had betrayed you

But, it's too late for you, now that you gave him permission to kill you

Too bad, you'll be awake for everything

You watch in horror, as he takes his knife

And uses it to relieve you of your left arm

Blood is everywhere, and you begin feel a bit dizzy

You can feel how he slids off your shoe, and takes off all your toes

He lets you lay down

He lets you cry

You try to yell, but he won't let you do that

To keep you from screaming, he cuts away at your jaw, until you can't talk anymore

He stands, watching you suffer

How stupid you've been, giving yourself to a monster

He knows you'll die slowly, and takes pity on your mangled soul and body

He sends you across, with one final blow to the chest with his knife.

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Credited to Snow_White07

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