Where angels and devils don't roam

 
(A challage to beautifully tortured words)
 
 
 
 
 
I was born in a twisted mutilated place;
Running around no soul, and a nothing face. 
Heaven did not want me; no lands of clover;
Hell was afraid that I would take over. 
 
In no body; just veins and spewing blood;
Drowning all of the undeads in my pools that flood. 
Hands touched with the razors of suicides;
Inside my empty body their lives reside. 
 
A chest filled with their nooses, and shotgun shells;
Their coagulated blood and the rotting smells. 
Stepping on the souls caught between above and below;
Their selfish lives just continue to grow. 
 
Eyes no longer mine, but those from the demons  within;
Only view I have is of burning brim.
Mouth salivates by anthrax gas;
Killing everybody on that Sunday mass. 
 
The breath that caused the outbreak  of smallpox;
Which put thousands in a box. 
Arms that push down the ones that try to rise;
Cutting of their wings so no one flies. 
 
Walking on top of those are truly lost;
From heaven and hells holocaust. 
Bloody, battered, and barely anything left;
I have consumed everything from theft. 
 
A mind so twisted to keep the undead here in the middle;
Making them part of my satanic riddle. 
They can only feel what feelings that I give;
Never to let them know that I will never forgive. 
 
The once pelvis that bared a bone;
Depriving them the pleasure of never to moan. 
I have their dreams; making them live their nightmares;
Never to release them of which that scares. 
 
I hear the angels call; to even the devils plea;
I will never release them, and set them free. 
Feeding off of their skins and brain;
Letting them feel what it means to be truly insane. 
 
I am now a demon of genocide;
This is now their home in which I hide. 
Mutilated minds and decaying bodies of earth eaten people;
All from them that prayed in a steeple. 
 
I'm no GOD or the Satan they think;
Watching the twist down like a plug pulled sink. 
I will take until no more to be took;
Stringing their bodies on a butchers hook. 
 
You may think that I am  more demonic then the reddest devil;
More opposite than the whitest level. 
I am nothing more than what you always will see;
Nothing more than one that lives in a fucked up society.