"Dimension of the Damned."

Are You Afraid of things that go
bump in the night
Do they feel You with Dread and
make You Tremble with Fright

Do You lay in Your bed and in
Your head all Your Imaginations
fill Your senses with Fear

You just know there's nothing in
Your house with You but the hair
standing up on the back of  Your
neck tells You that You should be...

Very Aware

Because now you're walking in, "Hel,"
and, by, "Gleaming Bale," You've
been begotten
The place where the Lost and the
Damned are Trodding and have been
Forgotten

Cause here, Daemons Beg and Vie
day and night to Eat the heart
from Your chest

And their only desire is to suck the
essence from You, till You've been
fully bled

The atmosphere in Your once warm
and familiar room goes from solitude
and comforting to cold and empty and
filled with gloom

Something filled with such an ominous
sense of despair has now filled the
aire so that You can barely breathe in
this thick and choking lair

Because now a portal to, "Hel," has been
opened up and by, "Gleaming Bale,"
You've entered in
Into a place where the Lost and Damned
are trodding and have been forgotten

The place where Daemons beg and vie
day and night to eat the heart from Your
chest
They only desire to suck the Essence
from You, until Your souls been fully
bled

You entered into this Dimension willingly
of Your own volition and the Darkness
has opened its arms widely to receive
You in through Your own Admissions

I've had overwhelming dreams of this
in My cogitations at night where I've
walked past a door in my house that was
unsettling and devoid of light

I could feel the pulling of Daemon
Presence beckoning me to open it up
and venture in, knowing that if I did they'd
overcome me and fillet from my body
its subcutaneous skin; and then, fill
My being with a malicious satisfying...

Grin