The Goblins of Gloom do prey
At the borders of safety’s demise
This passageway frequently opens
A blessing yet curse despised

Passion for fury
****** out of control
Hell's fiery embers blister
As the burn of lust
Consumes the soul

Innocence caught in a vacuum
****** up, used and discarded
A fuel that feeds
The demonic machine
The evil eye lids have parted

Nightmares and spells
Conjured in hell
The righteous and wicked do ponder
Through evil doors
The wickedness soars
How many left open I wonder?