Satan's Express

It is coming now.
Pestilence reigns supreme
amidst fallen angels craving
the devil’s touch.
Satan’s express is slowing down
…for me!

Ragged breaths and half screams rise,
crying and moaning through decaying skeletons
that adorn these molten caverns of death.
The pain never stops!
Nor will the evil and fear.
My mouth is thick and dry like flannel.

With a terrible, grinding roar
a hideous demon rises through the mist.
His taloned hand grabs my leg,
claws slice smoothly through flesh.

My entire world is bright,
ripping pain, agony.
Blood leaves me, yet I die not.
Sadness and despair are
passengers of my fear.

WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?!

…the pain vanishes, demons too.
RUN! I must run!
Past the green grass and singing birds,
through the front door
(of the house of the devil),
down the dank foetid hallway.
Runrunrun…

The stairs are vanished!  Stop!

Power thrums beneath my feet.
The floor surges and cracks,
and vileness pours forth,
flowing over my feet and up my legs.

…evil enters me from behind.

Darkness fills me, entombs me as
vermin, slime and ichor pour
from my nose, my ears, my mouth.
The heaving walls breath a pure evil
covering me like a second skin.

In the center of my heart, the
golden light,
the light I nurtured all of
my life,
gutters, wanes and winks out.

I am lost. I am dark.
I am demonized.