The Downward Spiral

The demons possess me.

The spirits around me.

The thoughts of rot and decay.

The spirits call my name,

Dragging me deeper into flames.

The spirits of the damned come to me,

arms outstretched.

Ready for death's embrace.

The Coldness of the grave

is now all I feel.

I see not but the blackness of Hell.

Now I travel farther down the spiral,

Now I wander with the lost souls.

Deeper down the spiraling staircase,

deeper and deeper I go.

Until I reach the peaceful rest

that is death.


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