In the dead of the night,

I venture the dark alleys and streets,

Broken are the lights,

Each home is a memory of serene deceit,

I see the playground,

Where we as kids used to play,

Now the swings have all come down,

No one on those benches lay.

I come across the garden,

Where so many memories were made,

Now there are just graveyards waiting for my pardon,

I won't for I'm nothing but a renegade.

The trees have all shed their leaves,

New ones won't come even after fall,

It's spring now and for the leaves even fall grieves,

The trees with great distaste my name call.

I dare not to their call go,

I continue further,

Find myself in an evergreen forest's shadow,

At my arrival passes a murmur,

A twig snaps beneath my foot,

A bleak wind passes,

I see an imitation blackfoot,

blurry enough that for my mind imaginary it passes.

The crows all start to caw,

"You destroy everything you touch>' One in his vengeful voice says,

Fear courses through me and I withdraw,

"You've killed everyone you've ever know." the other chilling tone says,

The crows scream every single one of my crimes,

I cover my ears though the voices don't go and fall to the ground,

I screech in pain and yell back that these aren't mine,

But they know I'm lying for my sins aren't newfound.

I scream and scream,

Notice vultures circling above me in the sky,

This has to be a dream!

The crows all claw at my skin and I in pain cry,

They claw at my eyes,

There's blood smeared all over me,

The crows are my demise,

The vultures eat away the bloody flesh of what remains of me.

In the end I was haunted by my own deeds,

I still don't know what's real,

Even now the vultures on my corpse feed,

Pushed on by my own zeal,

I hope the graves that I've dug for others,

See the light of day again,

Even now in me the guilt of it all smothers,

Will my name only ever bring out disdain