Listen as the wind blows through the tree’s of misery. Listen to the howls of the lost souls within the shadows of the night, listen to the cries of the tortured spirits, they are tortured for they never let go of the pain of this dark forest. Watch the Blood Rivers slowly flow up stream as the dead corpse calmly swim down the river of death. I live in a world of cruelty and pain, death surrounds the living, killing all that is good. Black blood tears filled with acid slowly drip from thy eye, melting my self expressions, but without a care for in this world no one ever knew how I really felt, the pain I suffered. The pain I dwell in burns more than these black blood acid filled tears. I ask for death to ring the black bell, but I know that even in death I would be part of the tortured spirits.