Nightmare of the Condemned


This path I walk, so clouded and so dim

Tis only in state of dreaming lies

But still I know it always leads to him


My throat sealed shut, no soul can hear my cries

His face, only a nightmare can create

He looks at me with pure and fear-filled eyes


"I forgive," he says though much too late

Because in him I only see my end

He knows what will become of me, my fate


To my weary soul did the Devil send

This emage that I never will forget

An innocent, his hand he does extend


I wake before the dawn, sleep cannot find

My aching heart, nor calm my troubled mind


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