The itch, The tickle, What a day,
Like water to a hill, i found my way,
off the path of Morale and right,
Back to mine, darkness out of sight.

the pounding beat of a heart,
the whispering voices from the start,
Pulling, tugging on my soul,
Always changing, the dice may role,

i thought i escaped from the pain,
The shadows dancing in endless rain,
But a thought remained, and returns,
Reminding me of for all i yearn,

The blood, the blade, mixed again,
Slipping sigh, I missed my friend,
Who helped me down the road of life,
Quickly ending the cause of strife,

Rusted, Flecked with the thoughts,
The same as my soul, it yet rots,
Rotting because of all the sound,
The sound of the screaming, my heart still pounds.