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.
Copyright © Noel Onat