In my heart I have a rose

and as i sit and ponder how my life was torn to shreds by the beast as it devours through scarred flesh the needle threads thus spoke the demon "death is but a part of it my sweet naive child, and yours will be so beautiful, five souls at once defiled. The black city in your heart is where your  souls resides beside my throne of flesh and bone your darkness can come to hide" but i turned back to the window and saw nothing there at all the raven spoke once "nevermore" the claw and beak will call