evil on the mind and blood splatter in the air lying on the pavement beaten in despair cruel were the blows as they battered and impaired he was shown no sympathy and he wouldn t be spared and all the townspeople were gathered and stood there they watched the punishment get delivered with no care but when he looked around at the faces that all stared he saw his own face that s when he became scared greet the menace he awoke from the clock tower chime heart thud like a cannon on the line vivid echoes of the dream on his mind this week the third of its kind now his bottles of meds will conceal but wounds left open are harder to be healed and though some case files are better if left sealed unless he take them pills insomnia won t yield well no rest for the wicked such is the fruit of a life with no limit ghosts of the past always tend to revisit rarely will they come bearing gifts of forgiveness and from the streets to the wars so much violence he made as he grew in age he began to follow different ways hounded by the haunted memories from the days that he was detrimental man he wished that he could change that but one can never really leave what s behind you can t undo the fate you ve designed cover up the tracks and bloodhounds will find cause all debts owed get paid in due time evil on the mind and blood splatter in the air gag in his mouth he was strapped to a chair hood on his head when lifted a face stared he was looking at himself that s when he became scared cruel were the blows that battered and impaired fading from the world and beaten in despair beyond all hope and clinging to one prayer let him soon pass out from the pain and be spared  but the pain kept coming weak from the rivers of blood that kept running and faint from the image uncovered in front of him he knew it the angel of death he d confronted ain t no mercy in that self combat foot to his chest it tipped his chair back cause this tormentor was eager to give more put a cloth to his face to follow the water poured then he awoke with a cough and a heave his heart pound like cannons in mid siege vivid echoes of his terrified screams guess nothing ever just is what it seems then he noticed his clothes were soaked clean sheets on his bed were drenched to extreme but this time around he knew it was no dream from the smell he could tell he was covered in gasoline and in the corner by the door was a man cloaked in the shadow with a cigarette in hand with no words spoken and motive and clear plan well all s fair and karma s a bitch law of the land til then he had averted but with homicide certain and that guilt inside him hurting he concluded with the verdict if this is what it takes to serve as my life s penance bring on that inferno i m ready to greet the menace evil on the mind and burnt skin in the air smoke fill his lungs as he breathe in despair devil on his shoulder it snickered with no care this a one way journey without hope or a prayer fading from the world and thinking don t be scared let it all go get ready be prepared as he looked through he blaze at the body that stood there he saw his own self in them eyes that just glared greet the menace1