My stories

Well, here I lie, I lie in my own imortal sin, in my everlasting grave. I sit here and partake of the blood that flowes from the walls around me...they call me. The blood tastes of honey and the salts are particulary strong...mayne its because I havent feed untill now...I dont care, I feel trapped and hate swirls within my soul. I am beginning to become paranoid, I seea and hear things noone else does....I am a eternally damned and a tourtured person, I slowly realize as I am feasting among the blood, that it is my own and that I am but a lifeless corpse who must obey the spirits of the dead and live forever among the demons that caused my hideous death. As I begin to think back on my death, my corpse feels as if it has been thrown into a deep phycotic void of hatred....and I begin to smile. I smile because I can feel the pain and hatred burn within me. I am brought to the execution block and my executioner asks if I have last words...I look to him and to the pits of hell and I reply " I am the first.....the last...and the unforgivin...I am and will rise again and my eternally damned soul will seek each of you. I will haunt you in your sleep and take your children from your homes, I will destroy your mentallitys, one by one, piece by piece, memory by memory...and you all will have me to thank." The executioner lays my head on the chopping block while the others tie my arms and legs to a table. They begin to turn these wheels in order to rip the limbs from my body..as I once did to their loved ones. I feel the skin begin to tear and the bones star t to un-hinge themselves....I then begin to laugh as the executioner swings his ax.....next, I am awakened by hallucinogenic demons who force me to do their bidding....as for now,...I must rise...to uphold my prophecy.


	A Step into Hell....... \| home Disclaimer \| The Gates of hell \| my visions of hell \| My poetry \| My stories \| my beloved demons... \| to join hell or post your stories and poetry My stories This is some of my stories...some of my cruel intentions revealed... Remembrance...... Well, here I lie, I lie in my own imortal sin, in my everlasting grave. I sit here and partake of the blood that flowes from the walls around me...they call me. The blood tastes of honey and the salts are particulary strong...mayne its because I havent feed untill now...I dont care, I feel trapped and hate swirls within my soul. I am beginning to become paranoid, I seea and hear things noone else does....I am a eternally damned and a tourtured person, I slowly realize as I am feasting among the blood, that it is my own and that I am but a lifeless corpse who must obey the spirits of the dead and live forever among the demons that caused my hideous death. As I begin to think back on my death, my corpse feels as if it has been thrown into a deep phycotic void of hatred....and I begin to smile. I smile because I can feel the pain and hatred burn within me. I am brought to the execution block and my executioner asks if I have last words...I look to him and to the pits of hell and I reply " I am the first.....the last...and the unforgivin...I am and will rise again and my eternally damned soul will seek each of you. I will haunt you in your sleep and take your children from your homes, I will destroy your mentallitys, one by one, piece by piece, memory by memory...and you all will have me to thank." The executioner lays my head on the chopping block while the others tie my arms and legs to a table. They begin to turn these wheels in order to rip the limbs from my body..as I once did to their loved ones. I feel the skin begin to tear and the bones star t to un-hinge themselves....I then begin to laugh as the executioner swings his ax.....next, I am awakened by hallucinogenic demons who force me to do their bidding....as for now,...I must rise...to uphold my prophecy. Dracos 4/10/2001