Fidecen

Under the full moon Crimson Flowers bloom afresh From the newly dead

As my blade quivers Beneath me lay the fallen I hold no regret

Stitching skin on skin, The torment will begin, For none who know of my true name, Would suspect me of this thing. The torture in my basement, One couldn't comprehend, For these poor fools will suffer, Until their bloody end. It's in the name of science, It's not like I'm just sick, I need to bleed them slowly, It's only a pinprick. I'm done, this one survived, His eyes begin to open, He cannot understand and screams, His mind already broken. I may have made a shell, But brain cannot endure, The horrors of being subjected to, This evil science, so impure....

Waking in a room with twisted walls, My leg is chained to an iron ball, I can only walk to the end of my chain, I feel that I will never leave here again. Into the the room walks a wicked clown, His bushy blue hair is topped with a crown, His evil grin showing four gold teeth, His sense of humour is beyond belief. He cuts his finger, points and laughs, As I stare blankly, through the blood bath, He thinks it funny, though I'm just scared, His eyebrows are inclined, his nostrils flared. "Don't you think I'm funny boy?" He screams though his face still grins with joy, I shake my head and turn around, Then wake up, shaking on the

I'm alone again, in a dark room with nobody to comfort me... The candle I put so much faith in has gone out... What have I done? Nothing... What can I do? Nothing... There's no light at the end of this hole, There's no chance I can retake the role, Of yours, and nobody else's... I feel black inside, like a burnt out tree, But my bark is fresh, so nobody can see, The pain seeping from my drying leaves, It's so lonely to know that I must continue to breath...