The Amulet - Anachronaeon

Forged in wrath

Grown for years

Bottomless dweller on all of your fears

Burns you with images

Lost from the past

Seems your nightmare caught you at last

One look at it’s surface

Cuts you deep

Emptiness, loneliness, images steep

All you can feel is profound shame

Is it your own fault

The cause of this pain

How could he do this

Did he see your face

I wish you could turn back time

And run away far from this place