bloodstained walls, some dried and rusty brown
a chair on the center, in the otherwise empty room
on the chair, five leather straps, rusty instruments on the side table
I was bound, hands legs and neck, a sudden flash and a man appears
bald, face almost white, one eye covered by a strange device
wearing a leather apron and long black gloves
sit beside me, takes a rusty spike, and opens my mouth with screws
with hammer and spike, one at the time, breaks my teeth and bone
finishing the stumps with a crude file
with rusty thick screws he mounts my new teeth
made of iron, cruel spikes, sinking to my flesh when I close my mouth
my cheeks and lips pulled back with leather belt around my head
all the while im staring at myself spinning, crimson whirlwind ends, I wake up