In Darkness, Shadows Do Plead.

Perplexed by death a silent cry, a demons whisper in the wind with seducing lullaby's,
Darkness around, all over my being, a depth like hell, forever a sting, shadows that crafted me, drifting away, a dreary echos of pains, with pitch deafening screams.

Lashing and crackling the sounds of a whip, tearing of flesh within hells pit, my heart doth break rhythm, it doth do plead, to flee this place of misery.

Crying from darkness, i hear a small voice, of what once was, and never can be.