Dark Cellar

Once I had hoped for a good to overtake my evil. I’m not the every day evil who goes out and murders someone…no way…it’s something way more ritualistic than that...something that is kept deepen the dungeons of wet slimy walls and dead carcasses of overotted rats. I go there…in fact I go there often, sometimes in my sleep. This place knows no evil, it knows nothing else but the smell of stained blood and rotted guts. Have you been there? It’s even better in the summer…where the heat touches its darkest corners and brings out its smelly secrets. This place was once my home… and home to many of its kind. We were thrown out of society willingly and pranced the dark tunnel 60-100 feet below the cities cursed people. Those people were ignorant evil and deep down they hold a million or so grudges against the next coming day. They hope to never see the light of day again and praying to their insolent gods. Nevertheless, we all know there is no such things in this realm of life…there are only those who wish upon such silly notions. They have yet to see what I always long to see, smell, and what I wake up to in my dark deep dungeons of hell. Hell…hmm, yes, I guess that’s what you can call this once deserted place. It resides in darkness except for the few tourist bums that make a fire against the torrent cold. Once I did think that all would be perfect in this wonderful and gracious place. WE have our own system and only one rule. The system is martyr and the rule is to stay away from the outer living. We walk solely in the darkness of night; our clothes made only of black so we can further hide. The sun made us quiver with anticipation of the following morbid things to come. No one knows about the death of this place…save you. Come…join us in our realm of forgiven sins and non-existent evil, for we know no evil and bear a path of blood…the blood of faith and belief. Some believe that we are ‘Satan’ and that those above us are ‘gods’, but what they don’t know is that our goal every night, is to poke at them a little deeper, until they all enshroud in darkness and the vague memories are plastered to our walls of fame. Even now…I long to feel their evils caress my tainted skin and let it crawl into my undead soul. Yes, evil is only a figment of our imagination…what imagination do you hold? (Written 1996)