• Idk how i wrote this, I jus started with the first couple of lines and it evolved from there. Try and imagine it in your mind as you read, as if this is what someone is describing is happening to them. or these are the last words of this person and the fate he is condemned to. please tell me what u think of it when ur done, i'd like to know what u thought of it.


    I feel them, I hear them, the demons breaking down my door,
    Tearing at my conscience, I can't take this life anymore.

    What have I done, what is there left to do,
    What has been done unto me, shall be done unto you.

    Screams of the wicked, cries of the undead and the lost,
    They lust for blood, I paid a sinister price, unknowing of its cost.

    My doors erupt into splinters, windows to shattered glass,
    Oh how I knew my solitary bliss could never last.

    Walls collapse down on me, fiendish fangs show,
    What have I done, I fear this I already know.

    Their eyes shine crimson, acid drips from their hideous teeth,
    These terrors know not of the sun, for they come from the underworld beneath.

    Razors in their jaws, hair like spines, rending at my human flesh,
    Pain and agony is only the beginning, muscle torn to mesh.

    These creatures bred from malice and hate ingest whats left of my humanity,
    Oh the things I have seen, I come to realize my forsaken sanity.

    Excruciating torment beyond all reason, mind overloaded by tears of death,
    Monsters bred of the fallen now drawing in my final breath.

    Body consumed, my home now becomes my tomb,
    This cataclysm of shrouds casting an impending doom.

    The roof falls in, walls now dust in the realm of the dead,
    I am condemned in this house of manifest dread.

    The moon bleeds down upon midnight's last grace,
    Emotion and expression forcefully stripped from my broken face.

    Terror grips my spine, as the wolves extract it from my back,
    Collapsed, still alive, awaiting the grim reaper's next attack.

    My prison, clandestine paths being revealed,
    Never have I loved, thus I have no shield.

    My home, my mind, no difference, both equally dark,
    It would seem Lord Lucifer has struck his mark.

    Beasts of the horrid abyss feast upon my blistered soul,
    They shall feed me to the fires of Hell like a piece of black coal.

    My eyes turn to ash in their sockets of my tarnished skull,
    My bones corrode into ground meal, never again will I be whole.

    Forgive me, my life is laid unto a damned night,
    Cut away from prosperity, never saved, rejected by all light.

    Torn apart and eaten day by day, and in every way,
    Hellish abominations cannibalize one another as I'm tossed into the fray.

    Torment from my unholy master, no, never from this nightmare will I wake,
    Swallowed by evil, no spirit do I have left to tremble or shake.

    No more hope, no more faith, no more will,
    No more light, my soul does shiver and freeze still.

    I shatter, my reflection seen in each and every shard, and then what's left does slowly fade,
    This is oblivion's punishment, nothing of me remains, no body, no memory or spirit, not even a shade.

    I sold my soul to the devil, and no one knows why,
    I sold my soul to the devil, in hopes that I may never die,
    The devil granted me this and it holds true. Hell is everlasting, never shall I die.