Literature
Dark Dreams
The world's turning dark,
You reach and find the mark,
You gasp in exquisite pain,
Outside the sky is slate and pouring rain,
You brought this down upon your head,
For what you did you'll end up dead,
There's no other route,
You psychotic brute,
She was just a young girl,
What you did it made me twirl,
Whilst this blade slices deep,
Look into my eyes and weep,
My hands they start to shake,
Oh good you're awake,
And for the remorse you feel,
It doesn't help me heal,
The blood stains red,
Against the tide I tread,
You're in for one hell of a ride,
Before your drop ends up on my slide,
You may be a beast,
But now my dark pas
