Deeper than hells bowels

I have this thing,
Burning inside of me,
That will never let me be.
(this deep boiling)

It is violence.
It is malice.
It is blood in a chalice.
(straight from the innocents)

Roaring waters.
Engulfing flames.
I'm the one everyone blames.
(straight from dementia.)

I can't help the thoughts that flow through.
My maddened howls,
Are deeper than hells bowels.
(deeper than it's damned guts and gore)

It reaches through and breaks parts of me,
It rips out my soul and ravenges it with darkness,
Then stuffs it in this fucking carcass .
(rotting flesh and putrid organs)

My organs are ripped and shredded.
There will always be scowls,
Deeper than hells bowels.
(feed the squirming worms in my skin)

My heart ripped out and still pumping,
Is fed to the hellhounds in gluttony,
To show my pain for all to see.
(screams muffled by the pain)

Ever walking,
Making ghouls,
And taking souls.
(speech cut by the scythe)

And my soul will go away.
Not to hell and her fouls,
But somewhere deeper than hells bowels.

A life killed by a few words,
An eternal dance danced to one song,
An eternal requiem.
I miss my snowy rose.
Yet is vain to hope to see it again,
For long has it been since it wilted,
And I was the jackass to let it wilt.