Into the Heart of a Phantasmagoria

The night evokes punishment
Daunting hours bleeding disease
Falling onto slumbering chaos
On this bed made of awakened hostility
Insomnia’s dread slowly achieved

A black mass begins to hover
Invisible eyes cause insecure feelings
Conjured by negative events
Tormenting me to my requiem’s oblivion

Negative entities
I see through you
The pain caused
The fear used
The paranoia built
Yet there is nothing I can do

The putrid smell of death
Burning through this nose
Sweltering scents of festering salvation
Ghastly grotesqueries of a malevolent asunder

Hopelessly stuck
This spirit can no longer roam
In-between the living and the dead
Frozen, There is no place to go

Voices screaming within
Shrieking, Saying all hope ceases to exist
Sucking every inch of this positive energy
Till I grow remorseful in a helpless denial

Black arms reach out of my bed
Hands with long black claws
Ripping my clothes off
Becoming bare and exposed
Shamefully uncannily stark

Scratching this flesh
Burning into oblivion
Crimson waste fountains out
Torn of many macabre incisions


How am I even alive?
So much blood all around
Claws digging deeper in this flesh
Dissecting till they reach my bones

Forcing my insides out
This Skeleton thrown down
A red beam of light shines all around
As this entity ascends from the ground
Becoming me, My own worst enemy

Enslaved by demonic death
In a world crimson of chaos
Battling this dooming energy within
Creating a hell inside my own hell
As the third stage of hell multiplies itself 222 times
Becoming the darkened pentacle of my own undoing

Forced upon a boat made of bones
Forced to be a ferryman of hopeless roams
Riding on an ocean of blood
Carrying fresh victims
To the hell they have yet to endure

Time ceases to exist
But someday I hope to escape
Or is it just too late?
Got to believe in something
Yet, Everything seems too distant to achieve

Who is my master?
The cruel nature of an avatar beast?
Created by flesh?
By the mortal martyrs forceful teachings?

Oh, If only I trusted myself
Not the living’s deceitful agendas
Lost forever
To never be found again






I am a spirit
Of a helpless romantic’s heart dimmed
Lost forever
In the daunting of an insidious torment in motion
Nothing but pain
In this world I have obliviously chosen

Clueless endeavors
To the demonic beyond
I made it this way
Painted my own picture
Now all hope is gone

If only my soul was worth redeeming
Yet, I trusted a movement full of coldhearted seething
Nowhere I can go but further down
The hole for more punishment ahead
It was the path I made now I walk it with my chains
Worn of self enslaved dread

Banishing all hope
Pain is what I must love to endure
If I ever have hope of winning again

Into the heart of a phantasmagoria
Officially enslaved by my own doings
Delusions of the dreams that have
Rendered me dead

So I ask myself
What was I fighting for anyways?

Gone, Gone my words never to be heard from again



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