What Hell?
Mood:  energetic
Topic: Poetry
What Hell?

The hearts of humans, so cold as stone.
The beating is slowing and freezing.
The body grows limp within the pit.
While Hell calls out to the damned soul.
There are no chances for the sinners.

Watch the blood...
So shiny and red...
I touched it and licked it.
The taste...
Oh what strong taste.
The blood slips down slowly.

Drip, Drip...goes each drop.

I watched the soul go to Hell.
What a sight it was.
The screaming, beautiful.
To be tortured...

Forever and ever, no going back.

Twisted thoughts swell up.
Exploding out to take life.

The demons, oh what pleasure.
To watch them rape...
My mind feels Broken.
My soul feels desire.
My body feels seduction
I want more...

More, more, I want more...

The feeling, slowly rising...
Come, come.

The Devil tortures and watches.
The sins and laughter in those eyes.
But I feel the touch.
Going down my weak bruised body.
Slowly, but also soothing.
The touch of evil on my soul burns.
The burns bring still pleasure.