by Michael Miller
As I stand alone in this pit of darkness, I feel nothing but thorns cutting away at my skin and demons endlessly tearing away my soul. For this I know my life must go, for now I will sell away my soul.
I lie in this endless pit slowly sinking deeper and deeper to hell, I cry out for help no one hears me. The screaming gets louder and louder, the rotten smell of the enemy caves in around me.
I rip away all the thorns that have pierced me, one by one the pain is agonizing the blood covers me. I sense the demons are near, I trap them and catch them in sphere. Forever I here sit being pinched with pitch forks and my soul forever gone, constantly asking myself where in the hell did I go wrong.