Falling back onto the pillow of nails. Thousands of ravens pierce the evenings flight. Tiny glimmers of hope fading quick, begging the night for no mornings light. Swatting them away as the soul prays, the demons take their turns. One by one they rip and gnaw.  Sleep itself becomes a dream, a fantasy to behold. The weary findeth not the traveled path. Teasing and mocking the tortured soul. Round and round the daggers swirl. The night lingers on. Unable to move, unable to free the spirit, the body fades and slips into a pool. Why must the ravens persist, why must their anger nag so deep. Why do they prevent my sleep. No more could have been given, but all was taken. To the ravens I scream, part from my mind, relieve my soul. The day will come when they shall see. They shall see and feel as i. Let them tell the ravens goodbye, let them feel the empty bones as the night lingers on.