Bumps In the Night

the bumps in the night spark my curiosity, evil things always have excited me, is it the thought its darker than me? or just the thought of bleeding on my knees the absent from light are a part of me just like being human is my species, the thought of deep dark creatures horde and fowl, spilling from hell screaming like hell high were the lights is not my concern the the things i have done will keep me beaneath. it's not that im scared or nervous or filled with dread , its how much i will enjoy sawing off heads no repercussions insight the darkness brings my inner artist to life. the tormentor they scream as i devour there souls young,old there all Delicious, reigning in hell will be oh so magnificent