Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Soul

The doors of hell have opened
From which come forth the most terrifying thing of all
A glimpse at my own soul
Black and greasy
Sin corrupted
It is not a pretty sight
Blood pours from every opening
Just the sight of it sickens me
For it is my soul
For it is my hell

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