Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree

Staring at the rotten body that once was me

Punishment for my sins my cold heart admits

For when I was alive I dared cross all my limits.

A wretch I was, my dark soul knew no kindness

Many I did hurt in this ravaging blindness

Thirst for blood or maybe just revenge

There were many whose death I wanted to avenge

But I gave in to despair, to pain and cruelty

Erroneously believed they were my truth and my honesty.

Now I’m dead, visiting this tree every night

Reminding me of my sorrow, my madness and my plight.

My evil mind was as crooked as this tree

Ugly, hideous figure forever punishing me

But I deserve, I had no right to torture and kill

It looks like Fate has curbed me to its Will.

(I no longer know what I’m doing, too tired… the metrics isn’t great but it’s my best atm. Thank you for reading.)