Dark

Dark dwells in the person that
once was consumed
by the demonic force,

A darkness so empty and corrupted
by a demon that has
the thirst of blood,

I can feel the fires of hell burning
my face, The claws
scratching at my very soul,

A possession so strong,
I can't break free of the demons grip,

Finally the demon rips my soul,
The gates of hell opens
to my presence,

The smell of sulfur escapes
from the demons breath,

Now I have been cast into the fiery
pits of hell, I can feel my
flesh incinerate continuously
and repeatedly,

The screams fill the musky air,
Now I wake from a horrible
dream.