From the Gates of Hell

Twisted thoughts come and go as I grow up and become what they call an adult with addiction beyond control
See being isn’t easy because everyone around you thinks you should be something else 
Why can’t people mind there own business and keep their own backyard clean
As my grandpa use to say then one day
It was a dreary evening with thunder heads above and some rumbling now and then
I always new I was special different from the rest then
my heart began to race and my skin peeled from my face
My teeth grew twice the size with fangs and then my back began to brake in sounds of crushed vertebrae each making my spine curve then became the dragon tail which had a hook like shape
My hands became giant claws
My skin now rough like a tortoise shell
What was going to happen next I dread to tell
I ravished the room broke out the front window glass
The next thing I remember I was in a very dark place with no escape with fiery pits surrounding me
And voices of screams in agony then suddenly I realized I am damned the demon
From a world of good now evil the gates of hell has found me
Maybe just maybe if I take another pill or a stiff drink I would be free
Or is it too late to gamble on my lost soul
Maybe it is too late to change maybe I will never come back the same
For now I am speaking to you from the gates of hell