Oh gentle friend, thy pool of tears collected now turns red. Accumulating a joyous stain upon thy bed. A smile upon thy shame, as darkness prevails. Bringing an end to the endless tales. Gamblers hand, final deal. Bluff was called its time to steal. Away with mockery and shame, no one else to blame.
Sleep my child, close thine eyes. Glory awaits for those that do not hesitate. The words of the fathers curse the path, nothing left in the aftermath. In these shoes they have walked not. Not a foot, not a mile forget trying to bring a smile. Upon thy knees have went many pleas. Oh gentle friend hold thy head and take thy breathe, for upon thy ***** comes a final death. Words come so easy for the sheep but the fangs of the wolf pierce thy flesh. For they know it all, yet their ears have grown blind. Open thine eyes and see the fall. Say not your words for it is was given upon the plate. Served for all to see, the stain is real. Remove thy stain, still it persist. Wash thy hands and scrape thy skin. For in thine heart the stain will stay. Nothing will take it away. If only the ears could see. Oh gentle friend share the tells of agony at the bottom of the well. Only you can tell the story, and share the guilt. Let them know of the nights he was dealt. Tell the story my friend. For in their mind you will always be.

Unto the heavens reached the shaking hand. Bound by earthly teathers, yearned a broken heart. Passionate words, fathers desires, and screams woke the mornings light. Blinded ears and deafened eyes searched for heavens sight. Hidden words softened the soil, yet the feet failed to break free. Consuming swamps swallowed the final drop of pride as bended knee met the lonely earth. Downward glance brought forth the emptiness that swallowed the final breathe. Upon the neck, breathe fell not as eyes failed to cross. Shame brought forth endless lies and visions of pearls upon the face of the wicked angels. Truth upon the ears could not be seen as the pain engulfed the heart. Cry not for me! Cry not for me! Ravenous tears burned their mark, almost winning the weary heart. Fail me not oh gentle path for nothing lies in the aftermath.

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.

At the mornings call did the ravens tongue fall. No pity nor sorrow from its claws did love borrow. Endless rows of marble all but covered the lie. Stakes and timbers wallowed their way into the shallow ground. Mockers gathered around. On display for the raven to see, the river did flow. Empty veins brought forth little, but much was taken. Coward they mocked. Share thy pain and let it go. Ferocious growl of pride devoured with no one at its side. Stop the cries went out! No more, were the pleas. Within the grasp not a hand reached. Not even one. One knee to the ground heavens home in sight. Withering flowers growing on the parched earth. A silent prayer split the screams. Downward came heavens beams. Silence upon the raven fell, no longer forced to live in total hell. Peace so slow to come but eternity shall it spend. Tonight tonight love did cry nothing left but a gentle sigh.

The blind dost not hear and the deaf see not the agony torturing the soul. The sun blocks sleep in middle of the night, and darkness shrouds the day with a blanket of hell. Rivers of tears drying the soil, and cracked earth brings forth floods of red. Scattered over the promised ground, thoughts and memories of forgotten promises exposed for the world to see. Endless circle of perfection tarnished with rings of desire. Lying in the hands, dreams fullfilled. Awakening to empty arms, deafening screams wake not the tear soaked cloth. Tangled and tathered, smothering and stifling the hopes and dreams. Yesterdays tomorrows lie heavily, floating like a fog. Blocking the openess and guiding the feet back to the beginning to bring forth the end. The mockers flood the night with a guiding light. To their path the soul cannot go. The ravenous dogs devour the night and parch the day, but the wall halts the dreams. Nevermore dost tears flow and the river wind, for the serenity of the dry lake floats the soul past the screams and unto an eternal peace