Upon a walk,
in the forest tall,
I come across a grave.
The unmarked stone,
Standing all alone,
By the mouth of the midnight cave.

Rumors exist,
Of the evil inside,
But curiosity has my mind.
I turn on my light,
And to my fright,
A cave full of bats, I find.

I start to walk,
Into the cave
My light pointed to the ground.
Dirt, wood and bone,
Found on a sanguine stone,
This ritualistic sight I found.

A chocolate bowl,
Sits by the stone,
And a knife with a sharpened blade.
This déjà vu,
Where I murdered you,
Is a memory that's starting to fade.

It all makes sense,
I must kill again,
To regain all my memories.
I grab my knife,
And let go of my life,
I refuse to be the enemy.

I open my eyes,
Some how I'm alive,
But I have blood coving my hands.
Now here lies a new soul,
That i.. I STOLE.
Im cursed to forever roam the lands.

© Blake Webb