Pits of Hell

Pits Of Hell

 

In this pit of hell

I sit and burn

With the souls of those long damned

With those who have killed

For the love of seeing blood pool at their feet

 

That was the path I chose

And this is my fate

To sit down here

And be forever tortured

For my so called "sins"

 

Killing brought me nothing but excitement

An adrenaline rush for the wicked

And as the cold steel

Slides effortlessly across your throat

The blood starts to spill

 

The smell

The texture

It excites me

It creates in me

An unwavering hunger

To have more and more

 

And as my eyes change from black to red

The hunter is reborn

And slowly

Very slowly

I lose control

And get lost in the hunt for blood

 

And in this pit of hell

I sit and burn

Reviews

[Rathorn]

very bland. (yawn) very nice, like it almost as much as my own masterpieces