Executioner

I hear voices of those I have executed on the daily. Their cries, their screams and their blood are somethings I have to deal with on the daily. I wish they would stop, but I have no hope. No friends, no family and no wife, but it is for the best. It is for the best that people stay away from me. I am a danger to others, but I am just as dangerous to myself. Drinking and drugs are the only remedies I have found to silent the cries and the screams, but even still, they come back even stronger when the high is gone. The kingdom is corrupted. The king is a demon. Execution after execution. Cry after cry. Scream after scream. Blood after blood. It is the same thing over and over again, but it always feels new. New voices, new cries, new screams and new blood. Everything is new on the daily, but the same nightmare never stops playing.