Hunting

This hellish fire consumes me Stained by Hades , I lurk around Waiting for the innocent to bleed; Through my chains of power, rude. As demon of snakes gnawing minds, Voices tremble with fear, lost In slavery which to me is kind. My pleasure is to hunt for good souls Despising the light they own, the Scum of this hopeless existence With only sins writhing through vengeful obsession. While I slither Into dreams, rummaging the purity Of living cells so fresh; I muddle The sanity of baptized waters And change these to terrorized veins; The aftermath of gore engulfs A livid echo in night's creaking walls-- My silhouette wakes, rocking softly, humiliated by the terror I cannot hide. No matter what. Dark Contest