From Out Of The Darkness(Revised) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The blood thins as the plot thickens.
Pulse hyper tensive.
There is so much stress upon this chest.
Just listen.
Like a thousand marching men it beats.
Down to the wire.
A feeling that your burning from fire.
Its buried within.
Dig deep my friend.
Find those treasure locked in.
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
All screaming.
In the dungeons it echoes across the halls, through the walls.
Nothing but empty spirits in this decadent place.
Deprived of the basic necessities.
Torture, abuse, and isolation.
The mighty fall at the break of dawn.
The crows tear into your soul.
How long before you lose control.
Like I said many times before it is the words spoken from those already broken that brings it to your home.
Your front door, knock, knock once more.
Are you alone, what do you feel during your darkest hour.
A taste so sour.
A pain that never wanes.
A hot cattle prod to the face doesn't even compare.
An empty stare.
A sad look with nothing to say.
A hypnotic evil glare.
Fault anyone and everyone for there is plenty go around.