The Pit
Face down in the pit, I lay, awaiting your killing blow; a somber gale to take me away. Cheapened by my bitter tears, the cretins demand a show, a punishment for my fears. A pint of blood should do, but the sweat can't hurt though; maybe...
Face down in the pit, I lay, awaiting your killing blow; a somber gale to take me away. Cheapened by my bitter tears, the cretins demand a show, a punishment for my fears. A pint of blood should do, but the sweat can't hurt though; maybe...