Messing with my tortured mind,
I hear the voices of my kind,
Telling me things, I should not do,
Telling me I’m no good for you.
I hear them shout, and call my name,
I see them too, am going insane?
It’s hard to tell, they say they’re friends,
But friends don’t tell, your life to end.
Darkness, fog covered, violent images,
Methodological sadistic tendencies,
Sending me down the Devil’s path,
Asking me now, to practice the craft.
Chanting, voices fill my head,
Blood and candles, soon be dead,
Inverted pentagram, magick verse,
Time to change my universe.
Dancing, demonic life is brought,
From portals unfound, never taught,
A whipping noise, I turn around,
The sword of Soth, delivered, found.
Off, my head, it flies through air,
Splattered blood, the silence rare,
Bouncing of the basement wall,
Tongue hanging out, head like a ball.
My body falls, though not on face,
Head rolls to stop, at the staircase,
No more voices, they’ve all gone,
Silence, comes the newest dawn.
Copyright © Anthor & www.esunbeams.com – 2008
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