Diary of the Damned

 Dear Diary,

There is another hanging tonight...

I'm unsure who it is...

No,no,no I know who it is

We gather in our usual scenery

Deep underground, where monsters dare to enter

Where the floor is made of bodies

And, where nightmares come to life...

It is our sinister kingdom of filth

And we love it...

This hanging is special for me

It was my turn to bring the rope...

Luckily, I'm prepared

I've been waiting so long for this opportunity

I'm not going to have it crushed, by forgetting the rope...

I see familiar faces

Some beautifully scarred, others burnt to the bone

They look at me with empty eyes, and turn away

They're heading for the gallows...

We are gathered now, in the gallows of our kingdom

The smell of rotting carcasses, fill my lungs

The deeper I breathe, the better it smells...

I walk up, and secure the rope

I put it around my neck...

I look amongst the crowd

A bloody seen flashes before me

Brains smeared on the ceiling,

Limbs scattered around

Hearts, snailed to walls

Then I jump...

This is all we damned want, since the day we are born...

Salvation...