on my journey to hell
i crossed dimensions of ringing bells
it sounded like caution
but to me a call to action
at the entrance I stopped dead
at the broken gates my feet felt like led
the joyous screams of lost souls beckoned us into the lake
in the depths we shat on hot rocks to fuel the flames
for days we fed off the entrails of fallen angels as we walked deeper into the void we now called home.
the smell of ashed bones reminded us of our humanity whenever we feasted with the damned....bliss was sin and sin, bliss
blood never flowed in this perverted paradise.the heat never allowed it that luxury.
stuck to our cutlery, the concerned few scraped it off
at the high table, the demon king proclaimed his faith in our lost ways.
Declaring us his disciples, his missionaries, his voice,his all
surprisingly,we never watched the throne for how can you watch what you sit on.
scepter in my hand and crown on my head, the new ruler announced himself
at my feet the shell of the former Lord decorated my sanctum.
the unholy hosts grunted praises to my childish delight
offering sacrifices on the highest peaks of the deepest abyss, our indoctrination began in earnest
Led by a chorus of cloaked figures my thirst was quenched by the blood dripping from the vertical grave
an eclipse of the soul culminated to the darkening of the sun where ravenous vampires fed off the chaos with abandon
whispering heaven into my ear and plunging hell into my heart,
you left me for nought
