A place of bliss,
perfect serenity.
There is no mystery here.
I control this place.
A vicious realm
which I call my home.
Twisted bodies,
contorted into shapes
no man can bear the sight of.
There is no hope for any who enter this place.
I am its soul keeper,
and the soul tormentor of the shades
who enter my paradise.
Their pain is my joy.
Their cries for help,
bloodcurdling screeches,
amuse me.
My heart has become cold,
frozen beneath these blood drenched
walkways.
And this torturous home is one I call my own.
I am proud of what I have done,
destroying the lives of those who tortured me in life.
Beyond my grave I call them to this sanctuary,
every victim coming in stride.
They again scream, and plead.
There is no escape.
There is no mercy.
They chose to annihilate my being,
and now for eternity they are mine.
Their shades will suffer in eternal darkness.
Their bodies will feel the mutilation
I have.
Their bodies will become canvases for my
rage.
Each will be humiliated,
disfigured beyond recognition.
Their alienation of me was nothing compared to
their new prison here.
They will wish for death twice,
yet the sweet embrace of lifelessness
will never come.
The grinding of their flesh,
the crushing of their skulls
will never end.
Their inner destruction is now my only purpose,
and I will not stop until they all fall into
that eternal abyss I call my home.
