• night of the wicked
    foul and wretch
    drug from my bed
    I tried my best
    to escape from forces
    pulling me
    and unseen hand
    grasping me
    a voice that echos
    from within
    telling others of my sin
    for where im from
    and what ive done
    things not spoken
    to anyone
    Night of wicked
    foul and wretch
    I saw myself
    inside the witch
    upon my shoulder
    he did sit
    digging jagged claws in it
    to tell me stories
    and show me how
    my life has gone
    up to now
    and like a scruge
    he did take
    my soul through to time
    left in wake
    ..........