Deepest Reaches of Hell

In the blackest night a foul breeze blows across me as the demons lust and desire they ravage me. Their claws tearing my flesh, he has sent them to collect me. My screams echo through the deepest reaches of hell, Satan smiles when he hears the sounds of my pain and suffering as they drag me down to him. His joy filling my soul with hate and contempt for him, he feels alive. Like a cut rose I fight for life only to dry up, to be tossed out as if I were nothing, not even a thought or a memory will remain. Lost in the throws of abandon at his will, living only for his pleasure, his every whim. I hate him; I hate myself for being lost to him. My heart chained and locked to his, happiness eludes me. I find myself waiting for the peace of death to find me. In a constant battle I fight for my sanity, I live my fears. I defy him in all places of my heart, with victory over my soul, he laughs at me. My eyes see the blood dripping from his teeth; his breath putrid with the smell of decaying flesh and bone of the ones who came before. As his darkness unfolds over my mind I am lost, lost to myself, lost to love, lost to life. Even in my dreams he degrades me, forced to watch as he crushes them before my eyes. I find myself covered in the blanket of his wickedness, chained by his evil heart; his demons hold me to him, there is no escape. In the blackest night, when the foul breeze blows against me I will know they are coming. He has sent them to collect me once again. His lust and desire will consume me, my screams will echo and he will smile as they bring me to him. Once again my suffering will make him feel alive. This devil, this Satan will keep me forever imprisoned in the deepest reaches of hell.