My Insanity and place of horrors

The dark is my muse
The light is my curse
The dead are my captives
The living are my torturers

"Your Satan's Bitch
A Satanist
Devil worshipper"
 
No lies echo off the walls
In this haunted place of stereo types
Where Bitches Roam and liars lie
With quick uses of their black tongues
Only left to make a joke or two

Left in the captivity of my own mind
Am I it's prisoner
Or is it the other way around

You walk into this forsaken house of torture and damnation
And all you hear are an army of insults spilling from those that are supposed to be called parents
Yet all you see are two things far worse then a demon
Slimier then a snake
Quicker then a jagguar
Harsher then that of the coldest and cruelest of winter's

The insult's fall
The rage awakens
The demons rolling around begin to make themselves known
"Do you understand the concept of love because you don't seem like you do your cold and heartless", the beasts of the house whisper awakening more of a rage awakening the devil himself.

How can a person love those that fill their kin with hatred rage and fury
Maybe I don't understand that concept for i have never loved a single one of you
Yet you try to force me
You don't know the thoughts that roam around my mind
How badly I want to rip you apart cut you up watch you bleed hear you scream as you die
how badly i want knives sharpened to the finest of points to stab to torture

To cut out your black tongues
That of witch would bring me pure joy
Good or Bad just looking at a blade a knife a dagger any cold blade makes me wanna cut you up and feel it trail all the way down my skin

"Oh mommy dearest did you want a daughter with violent intentions with need for vengeance how about one consumed by the demons and can no longer see reality from fantasy hah How about one that blacks out constantly one with suicidal intentions or how about one that hates one that won't forgive and won't let go if your answer is no well too bad you got one".

I feel the pull of insanity
The pull of the blade and the burning of the flame
I feel all the needs of the devil
I crave the blades
And the dark
YET
I can't find my way out of the light and into the dark still to many chaining me down

Maybe i'm a devil in the making but truth be told someone caused me to be this way

Hallucinations and black outs ha ha ha
No one knows and no one can see
They can't see the devils, demons and monsters that lurk deep in my mind
Muchless the darkness