The needle is stuck playing the same track,
All the memories play back to back,
Horror crammed with every sick act,
Although not every moment is exact.
Losing the use of all my facilities,
Those around me become liabilities,
Trapped in my ghastly past,
Present-day is a sharp contrast.
The demons crawl from within,
Without proof of sin,
Praying on the troubled souls,
Taking over our controls.
Only the present can defeat the past,
Vanquish the monsters until the last,
But our history will always reappear,
Dragging us back into yesteryear.
The Lady Prince 