A Vision

Enter death.
As you breathe your last breath
you lose control,
and away drifts your soul.
In the distance you hear a church bell;
as you descend into the depths of hell.
Around you appear twisted dreams,
filled with screams.
You cower,
as over you, evil towers.
You are bound to a wall,
to endure all.
Demonic beings come near,
inside you wells up a fear,
you are used and broken,
holding in screams unspoken.
Soon you do cry out,
as you are ravaged within and without.
Down your legs flows your blood,
soon comparing to a flood.
You scream and moan,
until time is unknown,
and you can only rasp out cries;
but this is the debt for your lies,
and on and on the torture goes,
because of the path which you have chose.


You awaken,
that which was taken,
with another chance,
will disappear within the trance.