I scream through the ash colored sky,
the dreams I had, taken from me
aimlessly I walk  through my torn and tattered past,
when I try to run away the crimson moon follows close behind, 
unable to  escape from my overflowing tears, and icy memories
In this shaken, twisted world, I gradually become transparent, unable to be seen.

Invisible,
screams, no one will hear
hopes, vanished
tears, no one to wipe them away
and a raven

The sky overflowing with soft dark feathers
The raven croaks, the shrill sound hurts my ears
Knowing where it wants to take me,
Knowing because I called upon it,
It wants to take my soul to the fiery depths of hell

If I Iet him my aspirations will be nothing more than dreams, and disappear when I do
I will let him take me
What should I live for ?
If there dead why am I alive ?
No I’m not alive, this agony is more like being dead yet still breathing and moving

Revenge -
For those who stole pride
For those  who defiled my life
For those who betrayed my family -
to make them feel the same humiliation and suffering they made me feel

Sweet revenge people call it
Ha- there is nothing sweet about it
There should be no need for it
Is there truly a single living  soul who isn’t selfish and arrogant ?

The crimson moon illuminates my final night,
It calms unlike before 
The raven  stalks me once again
sitting I ponder my life waiting for it to end and I ask myself once again is there truly a living soul who isn't selfish and arrogant ?
No there is not