the past is never, so far they won't still come back burning and hating and biding their time until they find their weakness they've waited and their time has come at last to overcome and break you, drag you back the gate has been opened the screaming are calling bolting through shadows till they are upon you waiting in hiding, chomping the bit you've stumbled and fallen and they smell your bleeding you rise from your knees try to get to your feet to run from the breathing the screaming have found you the dive from the trees descending upon you the stench of rotting burns your vision the time has come - to run is futile claws dig into your legs they've tasted blood, their talons claw at you now to see what your made of punching and fighting crys for help, for help go unheard the screaming the crying the demons they surround tasting your own blood it spills and soaks the ground you plead unto deaf ears choke on blood as you're torn wide the life now it pours out from you and blackness fills your eyes.