comfort

Saten has come for me,
He is right outside my door,
I'm waiting for my time,
Ready for his comforting grasp.

It comes slowly at first,
I sink into the comforting feeling,
Pain, pain sent for my blissful rest,
Calming ,glorious, reviving pain.

The darkness surrounds me,
Blessed light- cleansing gloom,
A gift of comfort sent from below,
No light I see, there is only darkness for me.

This is my life,
How I like to live,
Pain and suffering,
My way of rest.

I live with no emotion,
I feel no remorse,
Killing is my sport of fun,
Of which I tell to no one.

Never am I seen,
Though in plain sight,
This is my life,
And I live it freely.