Night after night the cycle plays on
Over and over the wicked deeds of the evil spawn....
The careless sins of the unknown .
The raven sits perch high above the palace throne... the chalice filled with innocent blood.... now time to release the flood... the nightmare of a malicious attack... the haunting memory is rushing back.... trying to understand this evil scheme the constant torture the bitterness of broken dreams .. tearing me apart bit by bit....
Til the knife my throat will slit....
© babyhicks74