The Coffin Bed.

By Blasthornoxx

Nocturnal clouds come together.

Loud thunder rolls 'tis Devils' weather.

I scream as my athame cuts.

Pain, I aimed at my guts.

Trembling I stand,

the blood covered knife in my hand.

Shivering in cold rain,

I cut again.

I cry bleeding,

Black beasts I am feeding.

The air becomes thicker,

my stomach turns I am feeling sicker.

I drop to the hard ground.

Before me appears a roaring hellhound.

Lying in a pile of blood,

I am loosing life maybe for good.

I feel fear,

living shadows are coming very near.

Hell is coming for me, that I can now see.

With opened veins,

I am dying, no more mortal pains.

Glowing eyes I see,

whispers from where I'll be.

My wounds are hurting.

Flesh from my bones I am ripping.

Death is all I see.

I am leaving reality.

My body becomes cold.

I'm losing my hold.

I'm ripped apart.

The death of my heart.

I shall be led,

risen from the coffin bed.

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