terrible

long dark tunnel
angel of death
looking through a bloody funnel
me and the devil have our own shibboleth

grim reaper creeping
down by my bed
blood, thick and seeping
demons, my friends, lurk in my head

do not worry
i am not contemplating suicide
to take my life
i would have to be alive

my heart beats
i am dead inside
my soul was ravished and eat
by rats and black flies

black candle burning
altar of bones
my actions, to the devil are earning
i fall to the fire and stones

one last act before i die
i like to fuck corpses
limp
never alive