A face so worn with secrets, a past too dark to tell. You said you want to know, but the thing is, it's not your average fairytale. Take a look inside your soul, for there your secret lies. Your decreped old heart beats, faster with each breath, for the thought of the secret being known to the world, tortures you inside. The lies build up a wall, so suffocatingly deep, If only you could catch a break, but life doesn't give mercy for the weak.
Your somber heart beats in tune with each timed breath, your blood quickens and your thoughts fail you. Lungs gasping for what ceases to exist, for you know your doom is foretelling of the end of the end.
An ashen tomb enslaves you to do the work of the damned, for a deal some years ago you signed in blood. The broken and the tormented all come in search, not of a heart's desire, but rather two evils. Two evils with Crimson eyes blazed on tyranny. Their ultimate goal not far in the horizon, for many have come in search of them, only to realize what lingers behind the contract, was a gruesome sight to behold.
