Behold, squalid abode of death and despair I have found a home in Hell Cross beset by a river blood swell Near howling demons droning deathβs knell Satan chokes hate from the rotting air My chamber teases lingering smells of brown hair.
In the morning roasted souls depart their graves Lamenting unending days of pain Down on the floodplains a levee breaks Bursting vicious oozing bile in all ways Acid fades the decaying brain through heartaches.
Inside the head Sorrow festers and regret burns Cerebral folds sag into burial urns Thick panic erodes sanity into dread Conjuring tormented visions of an empty bed.
Fresh skulls roll beyond sight Bleeding black pus lines the night Torn limbs litter the road Stench of ***** and incense mold Fuel agonizing trips of feelings untold.
Vile fiends dance with glee Obnoxious jeers mock the psyche Disrupted thoughts hang to you from me Meek fulfillment insults the dreams of the weak.
In years future I may come up clean Scarred from seething chains unseen Until redemption I must enjoy my stay Frozen ***** behind an open gate.