A blooming mind

Poem 11

Skeletons dancing,

Singing the song of hell.

Flames burn you alive,

make you suffer.

Screams of agony,

Yelling, imploring...

What a pleasure to hear this infinite music!

The pain on your eyes,

The ugliness of your face,

The sea of blood flowing from your wounds

are such an amazing spectacle to assist to.

And there he is...

Welcome to the angel of death,

the grim reaper who bring us

toys to satisfy our desire.

We, devils, will torture you cruelly to the eternity,

make you experience an unbearable pain.

We will rip your head off,

Drink your blood,

Devore you alive...

Scream more, show us more pain,

This isn't enough...

Give us more!