Caught in the grasp of
witherd hands while
her coldness chills my darkend shrin.
The night air fills the tatterd land;
broken within, chained and bind.
The melodys of yesterday play on till
tomorrow, never forgetting the slumberence of midnight scars marred to
sorrow.

Hallowed cries scream out to nothing
pain and misery shown through fear,
tired eyes soan to dream of nightmares turned to loathed fantasies.

Within all this I suffer alone
night after night from dakness till dawn
frozen within the keeps of my cell
forever cursed in my own Hell.
 
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