Beyone the ground, beyond the grave my soul is doomed to remain enslaved. In a realm devoid of pity and remorse I reluctently must stay on course. To an unfortold fate I proceed to the very ends of eternity. The sky turns dark and grey as my strands of sanity begin to frey. This penence of scorn I must writhe for my soul will never die. I look to the unrelenting heavens and see the moons eclipse and it's blood red halo. It's confermation that where I stand is hades below. The stench of rotten flesh fills the brackish air...the air of despair. When will I wake from this dreaded nightmare? Bound by chains that castrate my free will, just the thought of it makes me ill. In a puddle of warm blood I lie dreaming of the moment I will die and leave this diabolical world behind. But alas here I remain in vain to dance amongst the insane. A woman in the distance I see and I watch so mournfully as I witness her supple succulant figure impaled before me. Her flesh ripped with pure malevalonce torn from every limb, her innosence raped from the outside in, surrounded by malice that will never cease. Oh God how I long to help her, how I long to stop the torture. But I am bound within. And I can do nothing because beyond the ground, beyond the grave my soul was doomed to remain enslaved.
