"The Dwelling-place of the Asmodexia:" (The Dimension of the Damned)

Are you afraid of things that go bump
in the night; do they fill 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 look across
the room at the elongated mirror
and swear that something's
ghostly, gaunt appearance
is reflecting from there

Every shadow is the disembodied form
of an entity that no longer exists in our
world, so now you wonder; you just
know there's nothing in your house
with you but standing-up on the
back of your neck, the hair tells
you that You should wonder;
wonder, and be...

Very aware

Because now you've crossed-over into the
dimension of "Hel," and by, "Gleaming Bale,"
you've been begotten; the place where the
lost and the damned are trodding and have
altogether been forgotten

Within this realm the Asmodexia (Daemonic)
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; it now feels void
and hollow; an gaping abyss into the depths
mouth that'll swallow

The breathing that you are now feeling is not the
air of your cool ac but instead something filled
with such an ominous sense of despair that
now fills every square inch 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 altogether been forgotten

The place where the Asmodexia (Daemonic) 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've 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 atmospheric
nether-world in my cogitations at night, wherein
I've walked past a door in my house that was
unsettling and devoid of light

I could feel the pulling of the Asmodexia (Daemonic)
presence beckoning, drawing, wanting me to unlock
it and 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 an
malicious satisfying...

Grin