Our emptiness

Dark poetry comes so easily to me.
Due to my hostile nature,
I am satans preacher.
I am the voice of hell
Long ago i fell.
The shattered pieces of my life
Cut my hands like glass or knife.
I surrendered myself to satan
My soul black now as a raven.
Picked apart and left to rot
I ponder upon my last thought.
This will not be the death of me
for there is still light begging to break free .
A change of heart
A beacon of hope
A new start
Nevermind, nope.
Evil has consumed
My entirety
It will consume us all eventually.
Plagued by blasphemy
Misery my remedy
Tears of blood
Will soon start to flood
Drowning us all
In our selfishness
We are scum
We are sick
We will fall
Into our emptiness
We will fall into our emptiness .
We will fall
 into our emptiness.