BUMPS IN THE NIGHT

the bumps in the night spark my curiosity,
evil things always have excited me,
is it the thought its darker than me?
or just the thought of possibly
my soulmate has been there
for hundreds of thousands
of centuries waiting  for me  

the absent from light are a part of me
just like being human is my species,
the thought of deep dark creatures
horrific and fowl,
spilling from darkness screaming like hell.

above  were there's light, is not my concern
 the things i have done will keep me below.
it's not that im scared, nervous or filled with dread,
its how much i will enjoy sawing off heads
no repercussions insight
the darkness brings my inner artist to life.

the tormentor they scream
as i tear them apart
peeling the flesh like
pages apart.

reigning in hell will be my  heaven
but now i sin with all the deadly sevens.
praying for the cover of night
so i can feel at home again .