Festerings Of The Occult

 
occult visions speak
of dirty things done in the deep
darkness bane here we are again
insidious greed beckons me

sinister stirrings, specters with dire faces
linger as ghouls do just out of reach
with night terrors they teach
filthy redemption inside hell
needful grimace, frightened but intrigued

I dare go further
the darkness glowers but permits me entrance
I come close to the feast during the famine
starved they pick the bone clean

the soul rises with hurts left to fester
they seek asylum to be given none
further into the dark's domain they collect
a shleter for mayham

where the dead go to die again