I see,
but can not feel.
The pain,
it cuts like steel.
A dream,
or is it real.
I call his name,
and seal the deal.
I enjoy to see her bleed,
the suffering and grief.
With the nightsky prestige,
the poems of a thief.
I whisper ”Raven”, then he comes,
to lead me in the game.
I said it ones, I say again,
Do not play with the insane.
