Pain's Torturous Fate

Conquest by everything dark and dismal Fortress of the deep runs black and deadly Horrors brought to the surface burns Try to hide behind the churning blanket The dark hole bleeds with endless souls And corrupted bleak pained hated eyes Terrify even the most glorious heroes Maybe hell would be a vacation from this fate Horrid pains plague the hearts of the wary Torture leads those lost to the gates of destruction Never will I tarry anywhere near terror Maybe someday I’ll get out of this fiery death Russell Sivey