The dark, it has light.
Some cannot see it, some do not wish too.
All I see is dark.
It burns.
Words like nails on a chalkboard.
Now I feel a stratch.
A voice tells me too never look back.
This is a dream.
Or so it seems.
Cold hands reach at my throat.
Flames dance at my feet
Seething for the night.
Wisdom of torture.
This demon knows me, and I know it.
I try to scream, but it won't let me call for help.
I don't need help.
I'm stronger.
The devil is inside of me.
And I feel better than I ever have before.
Chaos unleashed.
I am dead
and six feet under it remains.
Forever damned, forever forgotten into Hell.
