A morbid dream

A morbid dream

I go to sleep this eerie night
To rid my self of all my plight
My eyes dead open to the skies
But mere sleep will not suffice
Erzulie crops up in my dream
I feel her hair I hear her scream
This cold dream metamorphosises
A nightmarish hell doth arises
Pegasus turns into the devil
His glare so dead so grim so evil
I march into his darkest lair
Filled with dank musty fragrant air
Skulls and bones stick from the wall
Their souls tormented on the ground they crawl
As I march on this dark cave
Tempers rise and sanity is frayed
Darkness relinquished by hellish flames
Dance to funeral hymns sweet octaves
The torture chamber becomes so clear
The rustic needles treat me so dear
Pierce my skin bore through my flesh
Touch my bone claw through my chest
I wince and writhe and scream with pain
I cannot move I am bound with chains
Hells own maidens laugh with pleasure
Sadist tendencies I cannot measure
Their laughter through hell does echo
My wounds are fresh my hearts is sore
Isabo with mad chained dogs
Numb with pain my legs are logs
The devil wants my soul he claims
His sole purpose is to torture and maim
From heavens above angels take pity
Gods help needed but in prime scarcity
I plead to the Satan to let me go
But he jus wont do he wants my soul
The flames continue to char my skin
They bore right through my arm my shin
More I cant endure this pain
I sell my soul in great disdain
His land has no law no decree
From this morbid dream I am set free


I wake up in the woods alone
But happy as my soul is still my own
As I thought that this was just a dream
My soul is my own not the devils but free
Suddenly the air stank of fire and smoke
I profusely coughed and I did choke
I quickly ran out of the woods to gaze
In disbelief my town is ablaze
The Devildom voyeurs have caught up with me
Satan now not has my soul but of 333
Satan now has the souls of all these people
Ablaze is the chapel’s sacred steeple
Burning and destroyed is the cross
God’s kingdom has suffered a loss
Satan as goodness he does feign
In hellish lore he supremely reigns
As Erzulie appeared when I slept
Deep inside the devil crept
Once again desire shepherds deaths certainty
As this morbid dream turns to a reality

By
Viswanath
19/7/06