Portals

It started with me shaving the hair on the back of my hands
First in small patches and then to meet demand
I could hear and feel every strand as it met blade
But I don't remember the cuts or when they were made

But I can tell by the length that they started out small
But they became longer, more vicious, more deeper and all
I see the mirror and the mirror sees me
It draws me with promises that this is where I need to be

It shows me things, things that can't be ignored
Of the pleasures of hell and what's in store
Of the delicious sex while being ripped apart
Totally eaten but my heart wont stop beating, Hell's stomach is burning hot

Regurgitated, skin regenerated, into who I be
Demon Spawn Supreme, fucking I Is Me
Kicked our of Hell to fulfill my destiny
To walk the earth posing as the poet Mentality

But with hell pulling the strings and controlling my brain
I'm enduring this life borderline insane, hell wants me to share in this fucking pain
Mere mortals could never see that the loving poet Mentality
Could jump ship and transform into the spawn I Is Me

With hell on continuous replay in his heart and head
Shit even the sweetest of perfumes smells of the dead
While digging a grave for two that needs a bed
I made sure to spread the parts around so that all the worms got fed

But it's that time of night, when the moon is high and shining bright
And I'm out here with a shovel and two bodies in dam near daylight
So excited and working with glee that I didn't see him walk up on me
But Baal has me covered, the shovel came up and instead of two there was three

With the life force of three, the spawn I Is Me, stretched his wings taking flight
There's so much more to do before the crack of daylight
There are others that will share in these three's plight
Before tomorrow is bold enough to kill this night