Helter-Skelter World Of Madness

What starts out as a nightmare, turns into a horrible reality for a poor soul condemned to hell.

I
Tenfold, are the chills running down my body now,
As I misfare in the world of my dreams of darkness,
Where those misfits and the outcasts dwell and dow,
Inside the wanion of the hellfire behind the starkness.
II
Ninefold, are the gossipers with tied tongues in sprawl, 
With the taut knots binding their words of backbiting,
As they deafen within the eerie clum of the first hall,
Amidst the throng who witness then their backsliding. 
  III
Eightfold, are the liars whose untruth ban them all,
To the lashing and end of the scathing whips of steel,
As they redden'd in the hollow walls of the second hall,
Before the headsmen and the o'erlords as they kneel. 
IV
Sevenfold, are the thieves with hands cut off and squawl,
Within the slices heav'd within the mounds of the stench,
As they twitch therefore in the foul corner of the third hall,
Within the unmistaken web of an unbearable sticky clench. 
V
Sixfold, are the brazen whose pride is blind'd and call,
By the wonts undermining their hearts too coldheart'd,
As they are wrapt slowly in the cloths of the fourth hall, 
Underneath the pricking thorns of the broken-heart'd.
VI
Fivefold, are the greedy with the need of wealth and gall,
In the golden wedge lock'd in the melt'd lead withinwards,
As they are smother'd in the harden'd siles of the fifth hall,   
Where the wrackful souls of the mean stand hinterwards. 
VII
Fourfold, are the forligers whose sins of flesh do not stall,
The never-ending whims wielding their sinful bodies of lust,
As they wallow within the unyielding illness of the sixth hall,
Within the unsightly specks shaping of the blowing dust.
VIII
Threefold, are the murderers with their deeds of scrawl,
Before the sharpen'd daggers that slain them all quickly,
As they are fetter'd in the shackles of the seventh hall,
Amidst the gruesome whirlpool of teeming blood thickly.
IX
Twofold, are the wick'd whose wite is heard as they fall,
Above other yemeless wretch'd sinners as the worst,
As they burn within the sweltering fire of the eight hall, 
With the gnawing rats of the dungeon of the accurst.
X
Onefold, is the shrewd devil whose shadow I dread,
Within these hoary halls that haunt me soon too wildly,
As I walk toward the shining light then straight ahead, 
Where he abides in a mighty hall with his mien so mildly.
XI
There he was the willowy man I dream'd bold and wroth,
Dress'd in all black, with his lofty frock coat and his top hat,
"Welcome to the helter-skelter world of madness", he quoth.
Beside him I saw aghast, the flapping wings of a flying bat.
XII
That was what betid'd unwillingly in that nightmare glooming,
Within the qualm of that awful day or night I will have to sleep,
Whilst I wist that the willowy man is nigh and always looming,
Where I look for his shadow and hear his feet tread so deep.
XIII
I live trapp'd in the o'erlapping darkness too astonish'd,
And my true maze is the helter-skelter world of madness,
When I roam the earth as a sackless forlorn wraith banish'd,
Where to the eyes of the living, I am unseen in my sadness!