These nights are dark, where one can barely see;

As blackened as my soul has come to be.

An ugly time where demons start to feed;

They dine with lustful gluttony on me.

And I am one who fuels their taste for flesh;

This troubled corpse, a catastrophic mess.

I close my eyes pretend that they’re not here,

But they grow stronger on the smell of fear.

They jump upon me, rape me as I lay,

And laugh at my paltry attempts to pray.

I suffer through their filthy hands and tongues;

The stench of sulfur fills my mouth and lungs.

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And where I am, the angels fear to tread;

Unholy place, filled with the rotten dead.